Fancy resturtant

Dennis took Lauren to a fancy restaurant. As they entered Lauren considered that Dennis was spending a lot of money on this. Well, that was his own stupidity: it wasn't like she'd actually enjoy dating him if he wasted enough cash!

A host showed them to their seat. Lauren noticed some eyes on her. She cringed, pushing down the skirt. She was showing a lot of leg for such a fine establishment. Also she knew her legs stood out: pale and rather thick. Also she didn't like how she could feel the wind blow up her ruffled skirt, it made her feel more exposed.

They sat at a table, Lauren grateful to be less exposed. A short while later, after a long silence, the waiter came and took their order. Dennis got a burger.

"I'll have the Alba white truffle pasta with pule cheese and fish." Lauren said.

She deliberately ordered the most expensive thing at the restaurant. Dennis cringed visibly. Lauren smiled at him, a mean sweetness there. She might as well get all she could out of this awful situation, Lauren thought.

When the waiter left, Dennis tried to make small talk. Lauren had no interest though, and was too bitter to play along.

"This place is nice." He tried.

"It would be nicer with better company." Lauren said coldly, sipping the wine Dennis ordered, being slightly older. Dennis sighed.

"You don't have to be so mean." Dennis said.

"That's right," Lauren agreed. "But you didn't have to **** me..."

"Try not to think of it like that." Dennis said. "I'm not doing anything so cruel, just a date!"

"Whatever you say Dennis the micropenis." Lauren rolled her eyes.

Dennis chocked, turning bright red. That killed the conversation until their food arrived...