We will continue without event.

Your final conversation while on the trail draws to an abrupt end as Lakeside came into view. The city was considerably larger than the village you came from and offered many more options for dining and housing. You'd been here before, but for Delilah, the city's tall buildings and line of stores were a once of a lifetime sight. Her eyes lit up with awe as they took large visual bites out of every wooden building and store that had more than just dead hanging rabbits and frogs legs in display. You pointed out a few more things as you rode down the street. The clothes, the items some vendors were selling, even the peeling paint that revealed a life from a pre-war era. Delilah was enthralled with this new vista.

Somehow, she managed to blend in with the rest of the local crowd. Delilah had always been better dressed most of the locals. You didn't have to be wearing anything "fancy" here, but she definitely didn't look homeless or lost, despite the fact she'd get hopelessly lost without your guidance here. Lakeside had a more of a healthier middle class, they were better off than most of the folk living this far north. They were always friendly, but usually kept a close eye on those who were new... Usually at least. They give you a glance or two before noticing Delilah's smiling face. Having a cute girl tangled up with the new sights of the city got rid of any unwanted suspicion or stares - this was the most welcome you've ever felt coming here.

After a short stroll around the busy street of the market, you both agree that now would be a perfect time to grab a meal. You promised her dinner, and there was a restaurant you always enjoyed after a successful hit on a target. Knowing Delilah, you knew she'd love it. Without thinking twice, you drag her across town, bringing her to a sit-down dinner restaurant. The journey there was relaxing. You were happy to notice that neither of your horses were acting strange with the new environment and crowded surroundings. As mentioned, Lakeside was well-populated and had a lot of travelers passing through. You guess the off-season of the approaching winter was the reason that this was probably the least busy you've seen it however.

When you enter the building, you are greeted by a waitress with a blurry face. You were still kinda distracted by the girl you came here with. You said you needed a table for two. You follow the waitress and sit at the table. You are both given menus and you order your meals. When you received your food, you were still distracted!

...You could have spent your time enjoying the food; focusing the contents of your sandwich, finding and naming all the flavors and sauce on...on whatever it was you were eating. You've never actually seen Delilah eat before. She somehow had a habit of eating her meals in a cute way you've never seen in the past. It's hard to explain it, but the way she separated her meal into small portions for herself was adorable to you. Everything on her plate was carefully cut into and brought to her mouth. She never spoke with her mouthful and never ate with her mouth open. She chewed and swallowed, listening intently to your words while thinking carefully about hers. This wasn't romantic, but was instead something that friends would do.

Finishing your meal way before she did, you started to tense up. It was only natural to become more aware of your surroundings. You weren't ignoring Delilah, but you weren't going to let any possible threats slip into this moment. No where was completely safe...There's three men drinking at the bar, a family of 4 behind you, a man and a woman smoking outside your window and-

"Is there anything else I can get you?" Your waitress returns to ask a simple question. All of a sudden, your attention is brought to her. You look up and meet eyes with her for what feels like the first time. A woman with blonde hair and blue eyes looks down at you, her smile trained and her stare fixed. She doesn't give Delilah a single glance as she replies to her question. You ask for water and she smile a bit more broadly. "I can get you more water."

She winks at you looks away. You stare at her ass as she strides away. Judging by her looks and slender body, she's a little older than you, but isn't a day past being fuckable. You swallow and drag your eyes back at Delilah, who is chewing on her food while looking outside the window. While taking a sip from your near-empty glass, your keen eyes spot the waitress returning. Her eyes are still on you, you know notice that her blue eyes don't quiet match each other... Your heart started to flutter as a shot of lust was pumped into your veins...

Those were definitely "fuck me eyes". Your pants started to feel a little tight, but were you really going to cave in to a waitress?