Post by Lori on Nov 30, 2016 4:43:48 GMT
Chase's outfit
For a while it seemed as though Chase was in a pretty comfortable routine with Max. They texted outside of class and when they did see each other their dates were pretty simple. The diner, order pizza for one of their dorms, grab dessert, hit a movie, go somewhere fun...simple things, really. And while Chase had no problem with that, he was used to stepping up his game and really go for an impression. While it was probably a relief to his father that Chase wasn't putting who knows how much on his credit cards to treat a girl, Chase liked to do more. He wanted to treat a girl and buy her things and show her a good time. And while places like the arcade and the mall were fun, they weren't the kind of dates Chase was used to. He had gotten used to them, of course. But for once he wanted to do something a little different.
Since he and Max started going out, they had not once been to a nice restaurant. Like, a really nice restaurant. The kind of place that Chase was used to going. As much as Chase sometimes liked the simple things such as comic books or pranking, he also liked things on the more expensive side. Sometimes they were video games and sometimes they were food. It was how Chase lived back in New York and how he occasionally lived in Salem. But sometimes he missed that. And he didn't think it was wrong to show that part of him to Max, that they didn't just have to go on cheap dates. He could treat her to so much more than just a ride downtown. Even if he didn't have to impress her, he wanted to. The trick, however, was getting Max to agree to it. So the solution was simple: not to tell her about it. As far as she knew, all she had to do was dress nice and look pretty like she always did, and enjoy the ride. She knew they were going to eat by the coast; Chase just conveniently left out where on the coast. This particular place was somewhere Chase had only gone once before but it had awesome reviews. His first year at Metric, his dad treated him and his sister to dinner. Of course Mr. D had only been in that one night with them but hey, dinner was dinner. So as far as Chase was considered, it was good then and it was good now. It was a nice upscale Italian place overlooking the beach, a place called Zafferano.
He'd made the reservation as soon as Max gave him a night she was available. And although they weren't supposed to be there until 7:15 and Chase was pretty laid back, this wasn't the time to be late. He picked up Max at her dorm right on time and, of course, complimented her outfit. Though she had to have known they were going to a very nice place based on Chase's attire; none of his shirts were plain but he rarely went anywhere without wearing a funny t-shirt. Chase had promised her she looked fine and proceeded to joke that if they were going off to meet the Queen of England he would have shaved. Not that he didn't, but the goatee he'd started to grow over the summer had grown and become more obvious. A few more jokes, the natural teasing, and some catching up had been made between them leaving her dorm and where they currently where on the road. Chase had been driving for about a half hour at this point and they were nearing the necessary exit. He'd caught her up on how his first official art classes were going, though was sure to leave out any details about him spying on Clyatt, and Max had told him she was teaching a dance class this semester. As much as Chase didn't want to admit that was even less time they'd see each other, she did offer for him to sign up. It took some convincing, but he did eventually give in - twenty minutes later. He really found it hard not only to not have fun around Max, but to say no to her. He was driving her out to the beach, taking her out for a really nice dinner and, on top of that, had her gift from the summer tucked in his blazer pocket. Something told him he wasn't going to be able to hold onto it until who knows when and tonight could have been the right time to give it to her. In the meantime, though, he was just enjoying the ride.
"Ok seriously, how are you even doing this?" he laughed after she teased him about giving in finally. "Did you like, master the art of puppy dog pouting and make it so effective that it works when I'm not even looking? Cause I swear, if you say anything else, I'm just gonna deny it and say I'm signing up so you'll be quiet." It was all in good fun, of course. And, for all Chase knew, there could be someone in Max's class just as terrible a dancer as he was. Up ahead he noticed the sign for the exit they needed. Turning on his signal, Chase switched lanes and slowed down as he approached the ramp. "Ok we're almost there," he said. The restaurant was less than a mile away from the exit ; all they had to do was hit a few more traffic lights and turn a corner. Once he stopped at the light at the end of the ramp he glanced to Max. "So you're gonna be asked a few million dollar questions tonight. What looks good, what you think of the view...possibly how to pronounce a few Italian dishes, and obviously the most important million dollar question of what's for dessert. But they do have a really rich chocolate cheesecake, just saying. But the first million dollar question of the night is, do you actually want to see where we're going, or would you prefer to close your eyes until we get there and just be surprised, therefore completely basking in the glory of my awesome dinner choices?" Not that Chase was exaggerating at all - ok maybe he was a little - but he really had a good feeling about tonight. After all the waiting and timing somehow a first fancy dinner just seemed like a big deal. He wanted it to be another good night, one that Max would really remember.
He then held up a finger and added jokingly, "Now no pressure, but you have until the light turns green to decide."
For a while it seemed as though Chase was in a pretty comfortable routine with Max. They texted outside of class and when they did see each other their dates were pretty simple. The diner, order pizza for one of their dorms, grab dessert, hit a movie, go somewhere fun...simple things, really. And while Chase had no problem with that, he was used to stepping up his game and really go for an impression. While it was probably a relief to his father that Chase wasn't putting who knows how much on his credit cards to treat a girl, Chase liked to do more. He wanted to treat a girl and buy her things and show her a good time. And while places like the arcade and the mall were fun, they weren't the kind of dates Chase was used to. He had gotten used to them, of course. But for once he wanted to do something a little different.
Since he and Max started going out, they had not once been to a nice restaurant. Like, a really nice restaurant. The kind of place that Chase was used to going. As much as Chase sometimes liked the simple things such as comic books or pranking, he also liked things on the more expensive side. Sometimes they were video games and sometimes they were food. It was how Chase lived back in New York and how he occasionally lived in Salem. But sometimes he missed that. And he didn't think it was wrong to show that part of him to Max, that they didn't just have to go on cheap dates. He could treat her to so much more than just a ride downtown. Even if he didn't have to impress her, he wanted to. The trick, however, was getting Max to agree to it. So the solution was simple: not to tell her about it. As far as she knew, all she had to do was dress nice and look pretty like she always did, and enjoy the ride. She knew they were going to eat by the coast; Chase just conveniently left out where on the coast. This particular place was somewhere Chase had only gone once before but it had awesome reviews. His first year at Metric, his dad treated him and his sister to dinner. Of course Mr. D had only been in that one night with them but hey, dinner was dinner. So as far as Chase was considered, it was good then and it was good now. It was a nice upscale Italian place overlooking the beach, a place called Zafferano.
He'd made the reservation as soon as Max gave him a night she was available. And although they weren't supposed to be there until 7:15 and Chase was pretty laid back, this wasn't the time to be late. He picked up Max at her dorm right on time and, of course, complimented her outfit. Though she had to have known they were going to a very nice place based on Chase's attire; none of his shirts were plain but he rarely went anywhere without wearing a funny t-shirt. Chase had promised her she looked fine and proceeded to joke that if they were going off to meet the Queen of England he would have shaved. Not that he didn't, but the goatee he'd started to grow over the summer had grown and become more obvious. A few more jokes, the natural teasing, and some catching up had been made between them leaving her dorm and where they currently where on the road. Chase had been driving for about a half hour at this point and they were nearing the necessary exit. He'd caught her up on how his first official art classes were going, though was sure to leave out any details about him spying on Clyatt, and Max had told him she was teaching a dance class this semester. As much as Chase didn't want to admit that was even less time they'd see each other, she did offer for him to sign up. It took some convincing, but he did eventually give in - twenty minutes later. He really found it hard not only to not have fun around Max, but to say no to her. He was driving her out to the beach, taking her out for a really nice dinner and, on top of that, had her gift from the summer tucked in his blazer pocket. Something told him he wasn't going to be able to hold onto it until who knows when and tonight could have been the right time to give it to her. In the meantime, though, he was just enjoying the ride.
"Ok seriously, how are you even doing this?" he laughed after she teased him about giving in finally. "Did you like, master the art of puppy dog pouting and make it so effective that it works when I'm not even looking? Cause I swear, if you say anything else, I'm just gonna deny it and say I'm signing up so you'll be quiet." It was all in good fun, of course. And, for all Chase knew, there could be someone in Max's class just as terrible a dancer as he was. Up ahead he noticed the sign for the exit they needed. Turning on his signal, Chase switched lanes and slowed down as he approached the ramp. "Ok we're almost there," he said. The restaurant was less than a mile away from the exit ; all they had to do was hit a few more traffic lights and turn a corner. Once he stopped at the light at the end of the ramp he glanced to Max. "So you're gonna be asked a few million dollar questions tonight. What looks good, what you think of the view...possibly how to pronounce a few Italian dishes, and obviously the most important million dollar question of what's for dessert. But they do have a really rich chocolate cheesecake, just saying. But the first million dollar question of the night is, do you actually want to see where we're going, or would you prefer to close your eyes until we get there and just be surprised, therefore completely basking in the glory of my awesome dinner choices?" Not that Chase was exaggerating at all - ok maybe he was a little - but he really had a good feeling about tonight. After all the waiting and timing somehow a first fancy dinner just seemed like a big deal. He wanted it to be another good night, one that Max would really remember.
He then held up a finger and added jokingly, "Now no pressure, but you have until the light turns green to decide."