Later that day, John decided to set out and scout a proper place for a date. Whatever he did, he had to indirectly convince Dalia to leave Julian on her own and so, the date had to be perfect, even in the midst of an apocalypse.
After spending the rest of the day wandering around the ruined city, John had found the perfect spot for their date. It was a secluded spot in the middle of a park, surrounded by trees and flowers. Luckily for him, it was also right next to their new base.
He had also asked so of the survivors he invited to his base to secure the area.
The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the landscape.
Despite his hard exterior, John was nervous, it had been a long ti since he’d been on a date. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to co.
John’s eyes landed on Dalia and his jaw dropped. She wore a sleeveless shirtdress that hugged her narrow waist and emphasised her thick thighs. The shirtdress stuck to her skin and the round cleavage highlighted her plump breasts that seed ready to spill out at any mont.
Her breasts were perfect, he could already picture himself kneading, pressing and squeezing her breasts
It wasn’t long before Dalia noticed John staring at her. She blushed, feeling a rush of emotions. John’s heart raced as he approached Dalia, trying to keep his cool. She smiled and the dimples on her cheeks added to her already stunning appearance.
John smiled in return, "Hey Dalia."
"Hey John," she said, brushing a strand of her.
"Follow ," he said and extended his hand.
They walked patiently side by side. Anticipation burned within Dalia, wondering what he had prepared. She knew it would be difficult to prepare anything in a world in the midst of an apocalypse so she didn’t have high hopes, but she was still a woman and a girl at heart. Her heart always had space for romance and hope.
Dalia gasped as she saw what John had prepared for their date. A gazebo stood in the centre of the park, adorned with flowers of every colour. It looked like a fairy tale co true. She felt John squeeze her hand, leading her towards the magical scene.
The park was a hidden oasis in the midst of the ruined city. The gazebo was a masterpiece created with a little help from the portable base, built from the recycled materials of the nearby buildings. It had a wooden fra, a tiled roof, and glass windows. Inside, there were candles, lanterns, and fairy lights, creating a cosy and intimate atmosphere. There was also a table with a white cloth, a vase with a bouquet of roses, and two plates with delicious food.
She turned to him, her eyes shining with gratitude and admiration. He smiled back, his nerves lting away. He leaned in and whispered in her ear, "I did a little preparation."
Dalia laughed, "a little? This… this is already more than I ever dread of. How did you…?"
"It doesn’t matter. I just wanted to make you happy," John said, showing a sincere smile.
Dalia felt sothing warm stirring within her. The date had only just begun, but she was sure she would never forget it.
John led her to the gazebo and pulled out a chair for her. She sat down and he pushed her chair closer to the table.
"Are you hungry?" John asked.
"Famished," Dalia replied, grinning.
John nodded and gestured for her to take a bite of the food. Dalia grabbed the fork and stabbed at the at, lifting it to her mouth.
"What is this?" she asked, taking a bite.
"Beef stroganoff," he replied.
Dalia chewed slowly, savouring the flavour.
"Mmm," she moaned. "This is so good."
"Thank you," he said, smiling.
They continued to eat in silence, enjoying each other’s company.
"Where did you get all of this food?" she asked, curious.
"It’s a secret," he replied.
"Well, it tastes amazing," she said.
"Thanks," he said.
As Dalia and John shared their al, a connection began to bloom between them. Whenever he glanced towards her, it made her heart flutter while his gentle grip of her hand left her cheeks flushed with warmth.
However, the mont was interrupted by mories that flashed before Dalia’s eyes - reminiscences of when she had abandoned John believing herself to be above him. Her smile faded as she t his gaze, and her lips quivered with uncertainty about confronting their past. Yet, mustering up courage, her mouth parted, ready to finally address the elephant in the room.
"John, I’m sorry..."
John’s eyes narrowed, "sorry about what?"
"I... I shouldn’t have abandoned you like that, I’m sorry."
"Dalia, we talked about this."
"I know, but... it’s just, at that ti, I didn’t feel that way about you."
"What are you talking about?"
"You had feelings for , didn’t you?"
John bit back a sarcastic retort; their evening had been perfect until now, and he didn’t want to ruin it all with one careless remark. "No, Dalia," he confessed gently, "I cared for you as a friend but nothing beyond that."
Dalia’s heart sank. She felt a pit deep in her stomach. Not only had she abandoned him, but now it seed what she did was completely unnecessary. She couldn’t bear it. She felt her throat closing and her vision blurring.
"I... I see," she stuttered, trying to keep the tears from falling.
"Dalia, is that why you never spoke to again?"
"Yes," she shook her head. "No, it was my parents, they didn’t want associating with ’low-class’ people. And then when you stopped coming to school, I figured you hated . I was an idiot."
"It’s fine," John said.
"No, it’s not. I was an idiot, and a bitch. I’m sorry, John, for everything."
"Apology accepted," John said, smiling.
"I shouldn’t have listened to them, but the truth is, they convinced . I made that choice, John, I chose to abandon you, despite how good you were to ."
"I get it. You gave in to pressure, you were young. Don’t worry about it anymore, Dalia."
Dalia stared at John in amazent. He was so understanding, so forgiving. It was like nothing had happened between them. She felt a weight lift off her shoulders.
John stood up, "co, let’s go."
"Where?"
"Just co with ," John said, leading her out of the gazebo.
"But... the dishes, shouldn’t we clean up first?"
"It’s fine," John replied.
He led her into the woods, the soft light of the moon illuminating their path.
Dalia gasped as she saw a blanket set up under the canopy of trees. A bottle of wine and glasses sat beside it.
"John, this is so romantic," Dalia said.
"I’m glad you like it," John replied.
They spent the rest of the night talking, drinking wine, and stargazing.
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