The idea never occurred to Tom

Looking at Betsie and Tom it was difficult to believe they were together. Tom practically skipped to the food court whereas Betsie was hunched over, trying to make herself as small as possible. Her eyes were mainly focused on the floor with the occasional glance around just to make sure she didn't spot anyone she knew.

The mall was fairly busy for a Friday afternoon but there was still plenty of seats available at the food court. "What do you want to eat?" Tom asked.

Betsie was **** to raise her head to look at the options. She wasn't hungry but eating with Tom was not the worst thing she could be doing with him, she just hoped nobody would see them together. Betsie reasoned if she could draw this out then another saviour might present themselves. "Happy Dayz," said Betsie pointing to an eatery. She had never been to Happy Dayz before, didn't know what food they served or the quality of the food. All Betsie knew was it in the corner and it looked empty.

"Happy Dayz it is!" Tom could not contain his joy as he made his way to the restaurant. Betsie followed grudgingly. Tom didn't care where they ate or what food was on the menu. All he cared about was impressing Betsie. Normally Tom was a careful and considerate driver but on the way to the mall he drove quicker then usual and was more aggressive. He did that to get Betsie's attention. It was an effort that ultimately was in vain but Tom didn't notice. In his mind Betsie was enjoying this as much as he was.

Happy Dayz was made to look like a typical 1950's American Diner, in the style of 'Happy Days'. The usual clichés were there from the leather seats to the large jukebox in the corner. Betsie's eyes scanned the place but not to take in the ambiance but to make sure she didn't see anyone she knew. There were only three other tables in use. Betsie let out a sigh of relief. She thought she might be able to endure the meal. After the morning Betsie had suffer she was looking for something easy. Unfortunately speaking to Tom for five minutes was a challenge for Betsie, she didn't want to imagine how hard an hour was going to be.

"Howdy folks!" greeted the waitress, "Table for two is it?"

"Yes please," replied an enthusiastic Tom. Betsie remained silent.

"Follow me." The waitress turned and made her way deeper into the diner. Betsie and Tom followed. Tom took a moment to appreciate the way the waitress walked, his eyes watching the sway of her hips in a way he thought was being subtle. Betsie kept her eyes facing down in case she made eye contact with anybody. The waitress lead them to a table near the back of the diner. "Here you go, can I get you anything to drink?" she asked as Betsie and Tom took their seats.

"Ladies first," said Tom, gesturing to Betsie.

"Triple vodka." There was no humour in Betsie's voice. The waitress was unsure whether to take Betsie's order seriously or not, she struggled to keep the smile on her face. Even Tom struggled to keep smiling. He looked across the table taken by surprise with Betsie's drink order too. Betsie wouldn't make eye contact with Tom.

"Betsie," said Tom. Betsie looked up. Tom took a breath and spoke softly. "Betsie, do as you're ... "

"Chocolate milkshake," Betsie blurted out before Tom could finish his sentence. "I was only joking with the vodka stuff." Betsie smiled and tried to inject false humour into her voice.

The waitress didn't seem convinced. "Chocolate milkshake," she repeated cautiously, "And for you?"

"Do you do fresh lemonade?" asked Tom like it was his most favourite thing.

"We certainly do," said the waitress with the smile returning to her face.

"One of those then please."

"Be right back," said the waitress as she went to get the drinks.

Tom stared at Betsie. Betsie had found something interesting on the tablecloth to look at. However she could still feel Tom's eyes burning in to her. There was a battle going on inside Betsie's head between how she wanted to act and how she knew she should act. The how she wanted to act side had her slapping Tom in the face, calling him a perv and storming out. The other side of the battle told her to smile, play nice and get home without Tom ordering her to do something she would regret. At the moment the how she wanted to act was winning. Tom could feel the atmosphere turning awkward and was grateful when the waitress returned with the menus.

"Here you go guys," she said with her usual customer service voice.

"Thank you," said Tom taking one from her.

"Thanks," said Betsie taking the other. She immediately buried her head in the menu to avoid looking at anyone. The waitress and Tom shared a look.

"I'll be back with your drinks in a moment." The waitress was glad to get away from the table.

Tom looked at Betsie but couldn't see her as she cover her head with the menu. He decided to ignore it for now and put her moodiness down to her being hungry. Tom opened his menu. He had gotten as far as the starters when a familiar voice made him look up.

"Hey Tom how you doing?"

Tom looked up. "Good. How you doing Brad? I didn't know you worked here."

"Yeah, worked here for a few months. Thought it was you when you came in. Who's your date?" Brad asked as he put the lemonade on the table.

"Betsie," Tom said with a lot of pride. He even sat up straighter. Betsie tried to hide further behind the menu.

"Nice to meet you Betsie," Brad said putting the milkshake on the table. When Betsie didn't respond Brad asked, "Is she shy?"

"She's not shy," answered Tom on her behalf. "In fact she likes showing off her boobs!"

Betsie couldn't help but react. She dropped her menu on the table and stared open-mouthed at Tom. Brad just laughed. "There's nooo way you could find a girl like that," mocked Brad. "Not even in your dreams."

Tom looked at Betsie with the childish smile back on his face. It seemed to Betsie that his lips were moving in slow motion but Tom's words came through loud and clear. "Do as you're told and flash your boobs at Brad!"

Brad chuckled at this but his eyes were automatically drawn to Betsie's chest. Then it was Brad's turn to see things in slow motion. He watched as Betsie grabbed the bottom of her shirt and began to lift. The table obstructed the view of her stomach but Brad could still see the movement of her arms. Then he could see the bottom of her shirt. Betsie paused when she reached the bottom of her breasts. Brad assumed it was because she was teasing but it was so Betsie could hook her thumbs under her bra. Soon the upward movement continued with Betsie's underboob coming into view. Before Brad could react Betsie's clothes were around her neck and her tits were on display for Brad. Brad's jaw dropped as he watched Betsie's boobs jiggle with their sudden exposure. Betsie turned red but neither of the men noticed. Fortunately for Betsie, Tom said to flash her boobs so once they had been exposed for a few seconds, long seconds for Betsie, she was able to pull her top back down and cover herself up. Again Betsie hid behind the menu but for a very different reason.

"Cool," said Brad.

"She's awesome isn't she?"

"She sure is," agreed Brad. Then he lowered his voice to a whisper, "Just make sure she doesn't give you a blowjob under the table." Brad gave Tom a wink and headed back to the bar. "Catch yous in a bit."

Betsie had dropped her menu again and was staring at Tom. He had the biggest smile on his face. Betsie could see what was going through his mind. 'Don't you dare,' thought Betsie, 'Don't you fuckin' dare.'