As they walked to the restaurant, Angela pushed aside her nervousness, and decided ‘Screw it, save the nervousness for after the event, for now just do whatever’. “So, have you ever been to this restaurant before?”

He shrugged. “No, but it looked good, and it’s cheap, so that’s a bonus.”

As they reached the restaurant, she swung the restaurant door open. “After you!”

Adri paid for the two of them, and they shuffled through the buffet line. Angela, previously unruffled by the idea of going on a date, was suddenly hit by uncertainty. ‘Sure, this was an opportunity to eat a square meal, and even possibly get a bit of it to take away for later,’ she thought, ‘but what if I just look cheap and greedy?’ She glanced over to Adri and decided to just get however much food he decided to get.

As they went through the line, Adri noticed Angela sneaking glances at his plate, and comparing it with hers, occasionally returning some food to the tray when she noticed a difference. She doesn’t want to look bad, he realized. He started taking larger portions and tried to hide a smile as she seemed to relax a bit more.

The cashier watched Adri suspiciously but made no move past that as the two of them sat down. Angela awkwardly picked at the pizza on her plate and tried to think of something to say. Thankfully, she didn’t have to, as Adri spoke first. “So, uh, how’s the food?” He mentally kicked himself. Of all the things he could have said, it was ‘how’s the food’. Wow.

“It’s pretty good. The pizza’s nice.” She took a bite and then tried to speak again. “Whatfs fat?” She pointed at a lump of what could maybe have been a pie of some kind on his plate.

He shrugged and laughed. “I have no idea, I was just feeling adventurous!” He cut off a piece and offered it to her. “Wanna try some?”

“Ok, but only if you also try it. I’m worried that’ll give me another limb or some fatal disease.” She stabbed the chunk with her fork and held it out. “Cheers! To unidentifiable mush!”

He tapped his fork against hers. “Cheers!”

They both took a bite, and Adri immediately spat his into a napkin. “Oh my gosh, that’s nasty!” His face twisted in disgust, as he quickly chugged his glass of water. “Wow. That was terrible.” He glanced up at Angela.

Angela had already removed the rest of the slice from Adri’s plate. “Hey, if you don’t like it, no use wasting it. I’ve had worse, it’s actually pretty good, in comparison to saltine crackers and ramen every day.” She took another bite of the pie and chewed thoughtfully. “I think it might be either banana or rhubarb, or both.” She shrugged. “Which one should be easy to tell, but it’s really not.”

“What kind of restaurant even serves this kind of stuff?” He poked at the mashed potatoes. “I’m not even sure how old these are!” He laughed. “Maybe this is why it was so cheap.”

Angela shrugged. “I mean, it’s not like I can cook better than this, this is pretty high on the quality scale in my opinion.”

Adri gasped. “You think this is good food? I take that as a personal challenge. I will make something better than this, as soon as we move in and get decent groceries, I will make the best meal you have ever tasted!” He waved a fork emphatically with each word. “It will be amazing. What kind of food do you like?”