(Michelle POV)
As Andy and I sifted through the menu, the waitress approached us to take our orders. I ordered some pancakes, while Andy ordered sirloin steak tips and eggs. I noted his heavy breakfast and inevitably, I checked him out. Alright, for an 18-year-old turning 19 in a week or so, he's really fit. He must be spending a lot of time in the gym.
Ok, so, I admit. I'm a little perverted and I don't know if it's what a normal 18-year-old girl should be thinking of on her first date with a guy, not that this is a date, but uh, I matured late in life so, I'm not so sure.
When I was at the age of 18, I recall that I was a prude and all I thought of were spending happy days and dates with the man I have a crush on, ehem ehem, Anthony to be precise. Like date, I like him, he likes me, we'll go on a lovely walk on the park and tralala! We fall in love. Then we'll get married and live happily ever after.
