I giggled again and blushed, still conscious of the people in the restaurant looking at us. Tyler wrapped his arms tighter around me, pulling me into his lap. He kissed my lips and the whole place erupted in more clapping, which switched to laughter as I blushed a very deep red and scooted off his lap.

“Excuse me.” Our waitress came up to us. “Your food has just been placed on your table.”

“Thank you.” I said, smiling up at her, and knowing that Tyler wouldn’t think to say thanks.

We both stood up and walked back to our table, my hand in his. We sat down, and Tyler started eating immediately. I took little bites of my pasta, and soon Tyler noticed.

“What’s wrong? Not hungry?” He asked.

“Not really…” I answered, looking away.

“What is it?” Tyler started to sound worried.

“I’m just not hungry.” I told him.

“You aren’t going anorexic on me are you?” He accused, but I saw the playfulness in his eyes so I laughed.

“No!” I responded, pretending to be hurt.