𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖆𝖎𝖓'𝖙 𝖆 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖌 ( michianna )
Once she was in his arms, he pulled closer as his posture shrunk slightly to get onto her level as he laughed and tried to turn his head away to hide his giddiness a little. “We can be dessert,” he suggested with a wink as he backed away and loosened his arms around her body, turning to grab the back of the nearest chair so he could pull it out for her, motioning for her to sit. “This is all for you. Aint no one else showing up tonight. We’ve got this place and this food to ourselves,” he tried to explain as he sat at the chair beside hers, moving it closer to her so it’d be much easier to lean over to kiss her whenever he wanted, like right now as he reached up to her chin to pull her gently closer to his lips.
confusion written all over her face, rihanna slowly sat down, taking the chair michael offered her. in this setting, he was seating next to her, and not across the table, seomthing very usual in latin-american dates, but not on north-american ones, she had learned. which she really wasn’t against. “ddi you do something wrong?”, riri started there, trying to make any sense of this after kissing him with her eyes open as if she was studying this whole scene. “we talked about this already, nothing is wrong, you don’t own me anything, so it’s not cheating”, she explained, trying to guess why michael would waste a romantic gesture on her.