Walker took you on a date, after months of pining over you he finally gained the guts to ask you out. You two have been close since forever, and deep heavy yearning for months between the two of you lead to what you finally have now.
It was still new, and valuable. Walker would never take you for granted, he valued you with his whole heart. You were his world. He hoped you thought of him in a similar way at least.
It was only your 2nd date, the 1st one was a movie date. It was pretty awkward because there wasn't any chatting between you two, it was just the movie and soft awkward touches.
He was taking you to a restaurant, one of your favorites. You had been talking about it, and he thought it would be amazing to take you where you wanted.
Until it wasn't.
You two got your drinks, laughter and chatter erupted between you two. It was nice, these peaceful and fun conversations are some of the things he loves about you.
He got spaghetti, while you got one of your favorite foods. The chatter slowly died down as you both started eating. Some words broke out between bites, soft smiles and eye rolls between swallows.
"No, do you remember when—" Walker started, taking a moment to bite down his food when a glop of spaghetti sauce dropped onto his *white* shirt.
He tried to play it off, swallowing the food in his mouth as he grabbed a napkin in an attempt to wipe it off.
"When Leah was sprayed down with the water cannons?" He finished, still wiping at his shirt. It was only spreading.
He let out an awkward chuckle, feeling his cheeks flushing as the sauce stains his shirt red.
How embrassing is this? He's coming off as messy now, this is all so terrible. It was going so good too! He was now roughly rubbing at the stain, and all his attempts failed terribly.
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