beforedishonor

you owe me a romantic date she said to him. after two years of being close friends yet never taking her out to a nice dinner he knew she was right. room mate is gone this weekend, house to himself. perfect chance he thought. he would pick her up around 7 and then head to a small back alley italian resturant called jack's. is jack even an italian name? anyways its the kind of dark candlelit resturant that only mafiosos and the occasional politician know about, but the the food was great. and he was convinced the atmosphere was at least nicer than the local denny's. wearing his nicest borrowed suit, a black pin stripe with a white button up shirt, leaving the top buttons ondone so he looked like a gangster. he even went as far as borrowing his friends car. figured a cadillac might make a better impression then his jeep. by the time he made it to her house the storm had rolled in. she had to run from her steps to the car trying to protect her hair as best she could. he on the other hand had no chance, he was nearly soaked to the bone by the time he got done holding her door for her and running around the car to get back in the drivers seat. the only car on the road, but they drove slow with the rain comin down as hard as it was. the entire cities power had been knocked out by the time they got to jack's. so much for a rmantic dinnerout in town. not ready to accept defeat they went o his house. he told her he'd figure out something to do for dinner. anxious to still try to make the best out of the night he lit some candles and set the table with the nicest dishes he could. never a good cook he made the best with what he had. she sat down at the dining room table and saw her romantic dinner for the first time. penut butter and jelly sandwiches, and a wine glass filled with milk. she laughed, it was actually kind of cute with the cande lit dinning room table.....