You not my girlfriend

He drove us to an Italian restaurant right on the beach and the smells were amazing. The ocean breeze came in and cooled off my warm skin that became flushed when I looked at Asher across the table.

He smiled up at me and then pointed at something on the menu. "The meatballs are to die for."

I looked down at the menu item and read the options. It did sound really good.

"I've never been here and rarely eat Italian other than pizza. You decide for me." I closed the menu and sipped on my water. I wanted to see how he'd react.

"Cool." He grinned and then the waiter came over and took our order.

"So..." I started, "how's your skateboarding going?" Asher had been into skateboarding for as long as I could remember and when he wasn't making out with random girls, he was on his board.

He grinned. "This isn't a date, Stanford. You don't have to do the whole small talk thing."

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat and pushed my blonde hair off my shoulder. "I was just trying to fill the void...dick