"Rachel is right, you are too easy to fool," she said, leaning a bit closer. She didn't even look for a menu, she was only looking at him, it was forcing him to look into her face rather than look away. It already felt like she was the only one in the room...if anyone else was in the restaurant, he hadn't noticed. "It's kind of cute actually."
He was about to respond when he heard the sound of someone clearing their throat. They both turned and saw a waiter standing there. "Are you ready to order?"
"I know what I want," Linda said. "Do you?" She asked her date.
Jon got the feeling what she wanted was not on the menu. "Umm...I guess." He ordered his standard go to Italian order and a coke.
The waiter left, leaving the two alone again. "Jon...I know you're nervous..." Linda said. "But...I don't want this to get weird." Too late. "So...no pressure."
That helped a bit. They just talked. Jon got to know Linda...this Linda. And he shared things about himself and started to loosen up a bit.
When the dinner came to an end, instead of being relieved, he was almost sad that the evening was nearly over. The two walked down the street, still chatting. She subtly reached for his arm, and wrapped it around hers. Linda was clearly not afraid to take initiative.
A few blocks later, Linda stopped. "My house is that way," she gestured. "I know you live in the other direction. Do you want to...walk me home?"
