It didn't matter how red you had ever been. In this moment, you had to be the most atrocious shade of scarlet. In utter shock at how he had acted, and in public at that, you tried to form coherent words. The sensual way he murmured “yummy” was on repeat in your mind and making it somewhat difficult. Finally, you took a little of your ice cream as the side started to melt.

“That wasn't really fair,” you mumbled, looking away from him as he took a careful, testing of his own ice cream. It most certainly was not fair, you were certain, because your heart felt like it was going to explode and you could still feel a butterfly touch of sensation on your lips. There were children around, you reminded yourself. Because really all you wanted was to smash your own ice cream into his face an it off.

You must have been silent for too long after; Leo leaned down, forcing his way into the direction of your gaze. He was no longer wearing the nearly indecent smirk, but rather a soft look of concern.

“Was it too embarrassing?” He said, and at the thought of it you could have sworn that he, too, was blushing. “I just really wanted to-- if it bothers you, I won't do it again.” He concluded, leaning back now that he had your attention. You couldn't help but follow him with your eyes.

“No it- it's okay, I was just surprised. And you know,” you said, quieting at the end, “you really are quite attractive, so, you know...” You shifted a little in your seat, your ice cream. “I was just surprised.” You emphasized. He responded with a low chuckle, less worried now.

“Ah, is that all.”

“Yes, that's all,” you said indignantly.

“Is the ice cream good at least? Is this what it usually tastes like?”

“Of course this is what it--” You glanced over to see his focused attention in the cone. Right. He had never done this before.

Which was very clear from the way it was melting all down the back side of the cone, about to drip onto his hand. “Watch--” you said as you lunged forward, the cone to keep his hand clean.

“Now who gets to be surprised?” you heard him mumble as you pulled away. Before you could respond he grasped your free hand in his and stood, standing and bringing you with him. Swinging your arms a between you as he walked, he continued as if nothing happened.

“Now that you've tasted mine, you can tell me if it really does taste the same.”

“Ehem. Yes it does.” You wondered where all of your guts to went; you were the one under fire now.

“Well, that's good at least,” he said, with a little smile. “Because this is quite delicious. I'm glad I got to feed you something you will enjoy.”

You were pretty sure that if you spent much more time with him you were going to get a nosebleed.

The majority of the date went by in a blur, a mess of cute glances and holding hands. After you finished the ice cream and you walked around a bit, chatting, you found yourself worrying about running into a coworker. You realized, by now, that Leo would seem like any normal boyfriend; except for the ice cream incident, he was relatively well-behaved in public. It was a paranoia you had to put aside, however, when Leo gently put a hand on your head comfortingly.

“Are you alright?” You had taken a very long time to answer a very simple question, it was no wonder he was worried. “Are you tired? We can head back home whenever you want.” He was always so caring and kind. You couldn't help but find yourself smiling. So what if they saw him? It would be a good opportunity to show him off as the best boyfriend ever.

“I'm fine, thank you for worrying.” You looked up to him, showing him your smile to ease his concern. He ran his hand through the tips of your hair before reaching down to wind his fingers through yours. And then the questions began again.

“Have you ever had a pet?”

“I had a cat and a dog when I was a kid.”

“What were their names?”

“Addy and Marcel.”

You had stopped asking why; it was just his nature, you realized, for him to want to know you, and with the limited information in the apartment he had no other source than you. The only reason you could think of for why he hadn't done this sooner was that he was trying to let you rest during the week after work. It made sense, after all. You admired his contemplative face as he thought of the next question. He was the kind of person to do that, after all, to pamper you and make sure that you were completely taken care of.

“How old were you when you got them?”

“My parents had the dog before I was born, I got the cat when I was in elementary school.”

“Where did you go to elementary school?”

While the questions wore on, you couldn't find yourself bothered by them. His interesting flattered you. Instead, though, you found yourself a little bit saddened that you couldn't have the same experience with him, learning all about him. What made him angry, if anything? Did he even know? What made him sad or happy? Little experiences from his childhood that you would have loved to hear about, things that didn't even exist.

“Lets sit here,” Leo said suddenly, pulling you off the path towards a little secluded bench.

“Uh, okay,” you responded in surprise, but hardly before you were sitting Leo placed his fingers beneath your chin and pulled you upwards to face him, leaning forward to kiss you sweetly. His lips worked against your insistently, forcing you to fight back or be left behind.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he pulled away; you were left breathless. “Stop thinking so much,” he said, completely serious. “Only focus on me.”