Surprise Tina at her house.

You decide to pick up Tina early. You pull up to her house and knock on her door. You look around as you wait: a bit of dirt on the sidewalk; an oil stain in the driveway; the grass hasn’t been cut for at least...

The door swings open slowly but all the way until the doorknob hits the wall that it’s attached to. The portly man with greying red hair stands at about 5’10. He stares at you in his open smoking jacket that reveals a wife beater, gym shorts and two white porky legs that slip into flip flops. You look up at him from the bottom of a step.

“I’m here to see Tina,” you manage to utter.

“Are you Jeff?” He seems confused.

“No, I’m her friend, Chris.”

“Listen kid,” he reaches a hand out and puts it on your shoulder, “she’s been gone for a half hour, but you can wait for her here if you’d like. Would you like to come in? We’ve got video games in the basement.”

“Actually I’m meeting up with her in town, I just wanted to see if I could catch her early.”

“Ah,” he says as he pulls his arm back. “Well, goodbye.” He slams the door in your face.

Your heart races. The interaction made you feel attacked. The man, who you assumed was Tina’s dad, seemed socially inept, if not aggressive.

You go to the restaurant. You park and walk to the front door, arriving early. You’re surprised to find Tina walking up to the door from the other direction at the same time.

“Hey you,” you say with a cheerful smile. You check her out. She’s wearing one of her school uniforms. She is wearing a loose cardigan that hides most of her body, but her shapely legs stand out from her pleated skirt. The look of her legs in those knee high socks makes you feel tingles. You think about how it would feel to drag the tip of your member from her ankle, all the way up her leg, from the fabric of her sock to the gentle skin of her thigh, up further to her skirt, and under her skirt, and more, and more.

“Hey, you look great!” Tina says with a smile. You can’t tell if she noticed your lewd thoughts. You open the door for her and let her go first. The restaurant usually isn’t packed, but there’s a bit of a bustling vibe in the air. It makes you feel good to be in public with such lovely company by your side. You smile at your luck.

The service is prompt. Baguettes fill the table. You both scroll through menus quickly. A waiter arrives before you’ve had time to look through the whole menu.

“Je voudrais le canard d'orange, s'il vous plaît,” she says.

You and the waiter raise your eyebrows. He turns to you.

“Moi aussi, s'il vous plaît. Et, un cidre pétillant pour nous deux,” you say. The waiter heads to the kitchen. Tina leans in with her face in her hands, her elbows on the table.

“So you’re a man of culture,” she says with a smile.

“I took French in freshman year, but I’m no expert.” Drinks are poured, and you raise a glass. “To new beginnings.”

“To new beginnings,” she says. The glasses clink and ring until you start to sip.

You wonder how you should handle the rest of the dinner. You want to be a gentleman, but you are also want to press her about what happened at her house.