A normal date? Crazier things have happened...

by **Trev Anderson** » Sun Feb 03, 2013 9:26 pm

"I'm flattered that you think me polite company, but you clearly don't know me very well," he grinned.

by **Elena Rousseau** » Mon Feb 04, 2013 8:49 am

"You seem polite to me," Elena said, "I take it I have read you wrong?"

by **Trev Anderson** » Mon Feb 04, 2013 9:42 pm

Trev set down his drink rather quickly--probably too quickly. "Oh, no, I wouldn't say that. I mean. Well. I mean. Uh. I have manners, sure," he fumbled, "But for instance... nothing anyone says is going to really offend me, unless you're being directly insulting to me, my friends or family though," he said, trying to recover.

by **Elena Rousseau** » Tue Feb 05, 2013 8:14 am

"I see," she said, tilting her head and leaning on one hand as she regarded him. Her other hand lazily moved her appetizer around her plate with her fork.

by **Trev Anderson** » Tue Feb 05, 2013 10:38 am

shit. Fumble some more, jackass. Or spill on yourself again. You're going to be friendzoned forever

"Appetizer not doing much for you either?" he asked trying to change the subject a bit. "Works better as a fashion accessory, if you ask me," he joked nervously.

by **Elena Rousseau** » Tue Feb 05, 2013 10:55 am

"No, it's fine. Quite good actually. Just taking a moment to think," she said. "You shouldn't worry so much." She let a smile slip and pushed some stray hair back behind her ear.

by **Trev Anderson** » Tue Feb 05, 2013 11:08 am

Trev, much to has chagrin, blushed a bit.

Shit, Anderson, she can read you like a book. But she said not to worry...so...that's good, right? Or is it bad. Is it so bad she's annoyed? What does that hair thing mean...god shes gorgeous...WAY out of your league, Tubby...Shut up! Go with it!

"Worried? Me? Nah," he lied, flashing a mostly convincing smile.

"I'll admit, I don't love the appetizer, but I don't hate it either, which is saying something for me and tofu," he chuckled.

by **Elena Rousseau** » Tue Feb 05, 2013 11:29 am

"Tofu has it's moments, this isn't its best, but it's far from its worst. I think I'm ready for an entree now though."

by **Trev Anderson** » Tue Feb 05, 2013 11:47 am

"Yeah, agreed," he smiled

food is safe. I can handle food talking.

"Anything look appealing to you? I'm leaning towards Pad Thai."

by **Elena Rousseau** » Tue Feb 05, 2013 11:50 am

"I think I'll take the Pad Bah-Mee, just a little spicier than medium," she said.

by **Trev Anderson** » Tue Feb 05, 2013 12:23 pm

A waiter came by a took their order moments later, also clearing the appetizer dishes. (Probably for the best, lest Trev rest his arm into a messy plate).

"So tell me about your family," he asked after a sip of his drink, adding quickly, "If its not a sore subject at least."

by **Elena Rousseau** » Tue Feb 05, 2013 12:25 pm

"Not a sore subject. My parents run a bakery in Paris. They've run it for all of my life. My mother's father owned it before they did. Wonderful place to grow up. You meet all sorts of people."

by **Trev Anderson** » Tue Feb 05, 2013 2:49 pm

"Oh I'm sure. Paris sounds incredible. Just the simple idea of regularly being able to get fresh bread for a meal sounds amazing."

by **Elena Rousseau** » Wed Feb 06, 2013 8:06 am

"I'll have to bake some more sometime then," Elena said.

by **Trev Anderson** » Wed Feb 06, 2013 10:20 am

"So you learned the family trade as well? Awesome. Do you think you'll wind up back there running the bakery someday?"

by **Elena Rousseau** » Wed Feb 06, 2013 10:54 am

"I don't know. I enjoy the craft, but not the business side of things."

by **Trev Anderson** » Wed Feb 06, 2013 12:38 pm

"Just gotta find a partner to help run the books," he smiled. "Maybe you can show me how it's done sometime when we don't feel like sparring. I'm an okay cook, but baking is something I've never really tried."

by **Elena Rousseau** » Wed Feb 06, 2013 1:10 pm

"Baking requires more patience than most kitchen work, especially to do it properly. Are you the patient sort?"

by **Trev Anderson** » Wed Feb 06, 2013 1:47 pm

"When the reward is fresh baked goods? Sure!" he chuckled.

by **Elena Rousseau** » Wed Feb 06, 2013 1:53 pm

She chuckled as well, "So I take it you don't have any siblings?"

by **Trev Anderson** » Wed Feb 06, 2013 2:44 pm

"No. My parents were killed in a car crash when I was really young. My grandma raised me on her own."

by **Elena Rousseau** » Thu Feb 07, 2013 9:13 am

"Oh, I'm sorry..."

by **Trev Anderson** » Thu Feb 07, 2013 1:25 pm

Trev waved away her concern, smiling, "oh no, it's fine. I barely knew them because I was so little when it happened. I mean, sure I wish they were around, but my gran took good care of me growing up. Still does."

by **Elena Rousseau** » Fri Feb 08, 2013 9:48 am

"At least there was someone to catch you afterwards," she said, smiling.

by **Trev Anderson** » Fri Feb 08, 2013 2:11 pm

"Yeah, gran's great," he smiled. "And I'm a total grandma's boy. We play words with friends and Tetris with each other online all the time."

by **Elena Rousseau** » Fri Feb 08, 2013 2:27 pm

"That's unbelievably sweet." She adjusted her napkin as the entrees arrived.

by **Trev Anderson** » Fri Feb 08, 2013 6:14 pm

Thats good, right?

Trev grinned, "it's fun, i know it makes her happy, and she's a helluva opponent," he said, picking up his fork--he wasn't feeling ballsy enough to eat with chopsticks--and digging in to dinner.

by **Elena Rousseau** » Mon Feb 11, 2013 9:05 am

Elena forked up some of her dish and took a bite, chewing thoughtfully. "Just right," she commented.

by **Trev Anderson** » Mon Feb 11, 2013 10:55 am

"Glad I took you to a place that can give you your Goldilocks moment," he grinned. "Mine is very good too."

by **Elena Rousseau** » Mon Feb 11, 2013 11:33 am

Dinner was a little involved and retarded conversation a bit. As she finished up her dish, Elena set her fork aside. "Thank you. The food was excellent."

by **Trev Anderson** » Mon Feb 11, 2013 11:39 am

"Thank you for joining me," he smiled nursing the last of his cocktail.

Shit...how does the rest of the night go? You're usually almost blackout drunk anytime you have a chance with a girl.

"Fancy some dessert? I saw a few places in town that looked good, and would give is a chance to walk off dinner. Though if you're desperate to get away from me, I can drive us home too," he teased, chuckling.

by **Elena Rousseau** » Mon Feb 11, 2013 11:58 am

"There's a bakery down the street that makes decent biscuits... I mean, cookies," she corrected herself.

by **Trev Anderson** » Mon Feb 11, 2013 12:32 pm

"Cookies like American cookies? Or biscuits like...man...chips, pudding, crisps," He chuckled. "I swear, this isn't real English, it's a foreign language"

by **Elena Rousseau** » Mon Feb 11, 2013 12:49 pm

"Oh, it's real English. Which makes it inferior to French, but everything is inferior to French," she smirked. "They're what you would call cookies."

by **Trev Anderson** » Mon Feb 11, 2013 2:45 pm

"Guess we better start the French lessons quickly then," he grinned.

by **Elena Rousseau** » Mon Feb 11, 2013 2:47 pm

"I don't know, I'm not sure I could put up with your bad American French accent," she sniffed, though she was smiling.

by **Trev Anderson** » Mon Feb 11, 2013 3:13 pm

"Oh you haven't even tried," he teased, putting on a ridiculously thick Chicago accent. "Ya think that just 'cuz I'm from the Windy City I dunno how ta talk right?"

by **Elena Rousseau** » Mon Feb 11, 2013 3:22 pm

Elena covered her ears, "Oh, ouch. That... that's just painful."

by **Trev Anderson** » Mon Feb 11, 2013 3:40 pm

"Does my beautiful native tongue offend you? Not a fan of deep dish pizza and polish saaaahsages." he asked, continuing to channel Bill Swerski of Superfans fame.

He chuckled. "I promise to be gentle to the delicate French language."

by **Elena Rousseau** » Mon Feb 11, 2013 7:08 pm

"We'll start here then. Tu es si mignon."

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