The Last Kiss [[Romance One on One RP]]

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Wes watched for a moment at how politely she'd begun to eat. He was really beginning to like her, she was about the most perfect girl he'd ever met. He was slightly shocked that she had any interest in him at all. Wes then picked up his fork and began eating his meal.

[Zeebee]

Skye looked up at him. She placed her fork down and dabbed her mouth. She then took a small drink of her water. "This is really delicious." She wanted to smile, but wasn't sure if it would be impolite. She was never told to smile during eating. But you always had to put down your fork, dabb your mouth, and take a drink of water before talking. She had a feeling if she didn't do this, someone would find out. She picked up her fork again and ate small bites.

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Wes soon noticed the difference in how she ate compared to others here in America. She ate so prim and proper, it made him feel sloppy. Wes rubbed the back of his neck, nervously, "Yeah, it's pretty good for New York." he said after pausing from eating.

[Zeebee]

She repeated the steps. "It's very good for anywhere. I'm going to have to find us an English place to go to!" Skye smiled, but didn't show her teeth. She noticed how he was nervous. "No need to be nervous, I'm more nervous than you are."

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"Can't wait to try it out." Wes said still somewhat nervous but, trying to calm down.

[Zeebee]

"Wes... no need to be nervous." Skye reached under the table a stroked his knee.

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Wes smiled slightly disappointed in himself. He really need to get a grip. He breathed slowly and finally calmed himself, "Right." Wes then said in a more collected voice.

[Zeebee]

Skye pulled back and continued to eat very calmly. She looked up at Wes several times. How had she managed to snag him. He was gorgeous, sweet, kind, the list could go on forever. The check arrived from the waitress. "I'll pick it up when your ready," The waitress turned, mumbled something, and left. Skye was dying to know what she said, but didn't bother. She repeated her steps, and sat there. A women was never to look at the check, but she wanted to so badly.

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Wes had soon finished eating, he did his best to eat politely, hoping he didn't look like a slob to her. Wes watched as the waitress dropped of the check, he had seen her mumble something, again. He wondered what she was talking about, so he decided to find out, "What was that?" Wes asked politely to the waitress. He picked up the check and examined it, awaiting her answer.

[Zeebee]

The waitress smirked at him. "Nothin'," She had a thick southern accent and left. She mumbled it again. Skye looked down. She heard what she had said. "I... I'll be right back," Skye got out of the room and ran to the ladies room. She locked herself in a stall and started to bawl. "She's right... I am a freak," Skye was crying about what the waitress said. She hoped she could pull herself together. She walked out of the stall. Her eyes were red and puff, her makeup smeared. She looked like a h**ker. Skye opened up her purse and pulled out her savors. In a few minutes she was looking better than ever. She exited the restroom with a new found confidence. She smirked at the waitress and returned back to her table. "Sorry about that, something got in my eye," she used the old excuse. Skye looked more fresh than before.