samitrial

First Date // Samitrie

Dimitrie kissed Lucas goodbye as the boy’s grandmother came to pick him up, smoothing his fingers over his son’s hair. “I’ll see you tomorrow, baby,” he told him. “I’ll miss you.” Lucas threw his arms around Dimitrie’s neck and squeezed tightly. “Miss you, tati. Love you, love you.” He held the boy tight for a moment, smiling. “I love you, too. See you in the morning.” Ana kissed Dimitrie’s cheek and smiled at him mischievously. “Have fun, dragă. Call me when you get home, okay?”

As soon as they left, Dimitrie more or less sprinted to his closet. What the hell did people wear on dates nowadays? He hand’t been on a date since he and Allegra were together – well, more specifically, since they were happy together. Which was more than two years now. After a few moments of consideration, he chose a black button-up shirt, a deep blue pin-stripped blazer, and black slacks. He dressed and ran his fingers through his soft curls a few times before heading out of the door, walking toward the restaurant he and Sam had decided on earlier in the evening. He slipped inside and chose a table near the door so he would see him, drumming his fingertips on the table nervously.