When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie....
Who: Willem and Kiku.
When: Thursday evening, June 16
Where: Vargas Pizzeria
What: A first date, which first goes wrong and then goes right.
( That's amore. )
When: Thursday evening, June 16
Where: Vargas Pizzeria
What: A first date, which first goes wrong and then goes right.
( That's amore. )
It wasn't as if Willem hadn't seen him in everything from pajamas to a maid dress, but the part of his brain that was wired to think like a teenage girl told him that the first date was an important one, even if they had been close friends for six years.
Now, as he neared the entrance to the Vargas Pizzeria, he spotted the familiar form of his date and tried to quell the nervous butterflies in his stomach. He looked very nice tonight. Kiku hoped he hadn't been waiting long.
"Good evening," he greeted simply.
Kiku sort of hoped Feliciano wasn't working tonight.
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"To you as well," he replied. He started to lean in to kiss the other man, just because he liked doing so, but before he got to far he remembered that Kiku probably wouldn't be too happy about public displays and stopped himself.
"Shall we go in?" he asked instead.
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It was surprising, the amount of relief and dismay Kiku felt when Willem deviated from what seemed like a plan to kiss him in greeting. But it had been a good choice...they were in public, after all.
Holding the door open, he tried his hand at changing the subject before things became too awkward.
"Have you been here before? One of the owners is responsible for at least a third of the maid uniforms in the cafe."
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Aside from enjoying the uniforms on principle, he probably would have never noticed the other man had wonderful legs if he hadn't had the skirt to distract him from the fact that those were Kiku's legs he was looking at.
He wondered idly if Kiku could be convinced to wear the uniform for him as they found themselves a table.
"And no, but Chloé knows one of the owners. I wonder if it's the same one."
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"Feliciano has a penchant for making friends. I wouldn't be surprised if she knows him."
Kiku was painfully aware that he was making small talk.
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"She called him Romano, unless that's a nickname."
He noticed the way Kiku was flushing, and his grin got a bit bigger. Without thinking about it, he pulled out Kiku's chair for him, then took his own seat. As he picked up the menu, something occurred to him. Smile turning sheepish, he glanced at the other man.
"I didn't ask you if you liked Italian. Sorry."
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Something strange and awkward seemed to be building between them, though Kiku couldn't quite place his finger on what it was. Pushing the thought away, he opened his own menu. And promptly realized that he had no idea what would be good for them to order. Sharing something, or individual dishes...both held merits, and the pros and cons took over more thought function than actually reading the menu.
"Ahm...what...are you in the mood for?"
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There was a hesitance in Kiku's voice that made the Dutchman frown just a little. Usually when they ate together the other man was never shy about asking if he wanted to share a plate, and the fact that he seemed to be taking the roundabout way to it now made Willem frown softly.
"Nothing in particular. Did you have something in mind?"
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He skimmed back over the menu. Feliciano had told him about most things on the menu, but he couldn't particularly remember what was supposed to be the best.
"If that's alright."
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"We could always split a pizza."
It occurred to him as he said it that he had no idea what Kiku liked on his. It wasn't a meal he had ever eaten with the other man, at least not when he could remember. His personal favorite topping was double cheese, beef, and onions, but he wasn't sure how well that would go over.
At that moment the waiter came over and asked for their drink order.
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They were both too wrapped up in trying to order something that would be acceptable to the other to the point of being ridiculous. Once the waiter was gone, Kiku skimmed over the list of pizza toppings. Seafood sounded good, but...he couldn't remember Willem's feelings on fish or even shellfish. His mind was drawing up a blank while trying to pull up memories of meals they had eaten together previously.
"Then...maybe half and half...?"
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Although apparently he hadn't been paying enough attention to Kiku, he realized, as he noted the other man's distaste for his own drink. He of all people should have remembered the other man's dislike for western style iced tea, having heard the reasons for it several times.
He urged himself to pay better attention, and latched onto the other man's suggestion gratefully.
"That sounds good. What do you want on your half?"
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And then, Kiku realized with a start that he could not remember if Willem had any allergies towards shellfish. If he had suggested something potentially deadly so flippantly...
"If you're okay with it."
He took another sip of the tea, and tried not to make a face. But Willem seemed to be having problems of his own.
"How is your beer?"
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"Seafood is fine."
When his beer was mentioned, he made a face.
"It's American," he said, as if that explained it all. And to him, it did.
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At Willem's chuckle, he couldn't help but smile back. They were both being utterly ridiculous because of the strange atmosphere created by the word 'date'. Gaining a bit of confidence from the knowledge that he was not the only one feeling intimidated by the change in their relationship, he reached across the table for the beer and took a small sip. It was better than the tea, at least.
"What were you wanting on your half?"
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"Double cheese, onions, and beef."
He was glad to notice that some of the tension seemed to have leaked out of them with the exchange.
"Are we decided then."
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