Pete pulled away finally from their make-out in the middle of the bowling alley. Very classy.
Stef: Hey, I’m kinda hungry.
Pete: Me too! Where do you want to go?
Stef: I don’t know.
Pete: I know just the place.
They walked out hand in hand and got back into the car. Pete drove a little ways to the park and parked in the grass.
Pete: I’ll be right back.
He hopped out of the car and ran up to the building. Stef took the chance to get out and sit on the hood, getting comfortable with the sweater in the back seat. Suddenly, Pete appeared with a basket.
Pete: Dinner is here. A picnic.
Stef: But it’s dark out. I’m just kidding, it’s cute.
Pete: Good, for a second I thought you were afraid of the dark.
Stef: Very funny. Come here.
Pete sat down on the hood and wrapped an arm around her. But she pulled him in for a short kiss.
Pete: Hungry for food or for my lips?
Stef: Mmm both.
Pete: You little player.
Stef: Hey you’re the player and I’m the pimp. Hence the purple shirt, never forget that.