Day 4: On a Date

                                    

                                          
Going to a pizza place in Central City had been a last-minute decision. Dick had texted Wally an address ten minutes in advance, and was waiting in a booth in the corner when Wally dashed inside.
                          
"We need to work on your texting etiquette," he said, sliding into the booth.
                          
"You're my boyfriend, not a business associate." Dick, from behind his sunglasses, typed something into his phone before putting it in his pocket. "Menu." He shoved the laminated sheet across the table.
                          
Wally glanced at it. "Aw, let's just get a bit of everything."
                          
Dick threw some cash at him. "Go for your life."
                          
"You spoil me."
                          
Dick shooed him, phone out again. Wally was tempted to ask what he was doing with it, but on the off-chance Dick decided to tell him he'd probably dress it up in fancy terms in an effort to confuse him. Better to stick to getting pizza.
                          
The cashier balked a bit at the size of Wally's order. He was used to it. He threw the change at Dick as he sat back down. Dick, of course, managed to catch it all.
                          
"Tip." He threw a few coins back at Wally.
                          
"Yes, Your Highness."
                          
He was nose-deep in his phone again by the time Wally had dropped the coins into a tip jar. Wally finally took the bait.
                          
"Okay, what exactly are you doing?"
                          
"Work."
                          
"Real specific, babe. Thanks."
                          
Dick jerked a little at the word babe. Wally felt his cheeks heat up. He hadn't meant to say it; it just slipped out. Dick tapped a few more words out before putting the phone back in his pocket with an air of finality.
                          
"So..."
                          
"Yeah," Wally replied. "This, uh, is a date, right?"
                          
"That was the plan, unless..."
                          
"No, no, I'm cool with that."
                          
Silence reigned for a good five minutes.
                          
"What do normal people even do on dates?" Dick finally asked. "I mean, aside from eat food and try not to embarrass themselves."
                          
"Uhhh, you know. They get to know each other."
                          
"I think we're well past that stage, Wally."
                          
Maybe where they were falling down was in considering this date wholly different from all the other times they'd spent together before. Did their relationship have to be all that distinct from their friendship anyway? They'd barely started this date; it wouldn't be too hard to turn it around.
                          
Wally started by stealing Dick's sunglasses. Dick swiped half-heartedly at the offending hand, before he sighed and crossed his arms. Wally put the sunglasses on.
                          
"What do you think?"
                          
"They don't go with your face."
                          
"Of course they go with my face. Everything goes with my face. You glasses are blessed to be in the company of such a fine face."
                          
Dick cracked a small smile. "Is that so?"
                          
"Well, yeah. Do you have any better ideas of what should go on my face?"
                          
"My own face comes to mind."
                          
"Dude, that was so smooth I think I'm gonna fall over."
                          
"Shh." Dick kissed his temple.
                          
"Well, that was disappointing."
                          
"We're in public, Wals."
                          
"And?"
                          
"And I refuse to let us become that annoying couple that makes people want to vomit because we don't know when enough PDA is enough." Dick made a grab for his sunglasses, but Wally managed to dodge him. "Wally."
                          
"Yes, dear?"
                          
"Give me back my sunglasses."
                          
"Hmm, I don't know..."
                          
"Fine, I'll kiss you in public. Just give them back."
                          
"Promise."
                          
"Oh, for the love of..." Dick grabbed Wally by the chin, planted a kiss on his lips, and then shoved his face away. He held out his hand for the glasses. Wally had to take a moment before he handed them back. Dick stuffed them into his shirt pocket.
                          
And it was at that moment the food arrived.
                          
Dick waved a plate of pizza under Wally's nose. "Wake up."
                          
Wally really needed some food in him right now or he might just faint. Dick hid his face behind a slice of pizza, snickering at him. Well, that had certainly been an icebreaker. Maybe this whole dating thing would work out after all. Things didn't have to be drastically different just because their relationship had evolved. Changes would come naturally with time. There was no need to force them.
                          
And, as always, stealing Dick's sunglasses was oodles of fun.