Don't trouble yourself. If you'd like a 'real' first date, I'd prefer to be the one setting it up.

[ Because, you know, he's usually the customer and she's usually the one cooking and cleaning after him. Hardly an even playing field, if you ask him.

(he's a stickler for things like this, sometimes.)

The faint flush doesn't go unnoticed, either. It makes him smile, and the expression actually reaches his eyes; a little twinkle, one that says that he is, in fact, smitten.

He starts gathering his things. ]

—Will you be telling everyone?

[ gggggggggod no ]