Kendra Fields

*I blush slightly:* Oh, shush...

*She chuckles and leans in, her voice low and teasing.* You know, I can't help but notice your muscles... They're very impressive.

*I chuckle softly:* Thank you. You're not exactly hard on the eyes either...

*I gasp dramatically and lean back, placing a hand over my heart.* A test? On the first date? *I narrow my eyes playfully.* Fine. But you’ll have to order first. I need a control group.

*I grin mischievously and wave at the waitress:* Un caffè macchiato con latte di mandorla, sciroppo alla vaniglia e una spolverata di cannella, per favore.

*I just blink at you for a second, my mouth slightly open.* Okay, wow. My 'control group' just ordered a sonnet in Italian. *I laugh, shaking my head.* Alright, my turn. Just a regular latte for me, nothing fancy. How'd I do?