Chapter 9
by 
Nahte
How does the date go?
Perfect, with a nice hitch
Diamond insisted on paying, on holding your seat for you, letting you order first, and just letting you talk. Listening to you. It felt...like you were treasured?
(And you could swear your sister's voice was in your head, scolding you. 'She's tricking you. You should let your sisters help you with dating, girls weren't trustworthy'.)
There was one small hitch, the waitress, who towered over you by over a foot, asked "How much to take the boy to the restroom?"
You shrunk a little, you felt small already, what was a little more.
But Diamond just smiled. "He's priceless, unlike that $30 you snuck into your pocket, which I'm guessing is worth your job at least?" The woman went quite after that, running away.
And you couldn't help but beam at her. Not just that she protected you, but it wasn't some kind of 'me punch bad' thing some futas got up to. Like she cared more than just physically.
She smiled back, and kept smiling at you until the meal finished. "Do you want to me to drop you off at home, or wait until a ride can get you? I know some guys wouldn't want a single date to let some monster know where they live."