At your door he arrives,
He said eight, but he's early.
You're curious and ask him why,
He says he missed you dearly.
Cheeky,
You can't help but smile and grin.
He opens his car door for you,
His hand ready to cushion your head as you get in.
Thankfully you get in fine.
The car frame didn't bump your head, great.
He gets in the driver's seat,
Now, begins the date.
You wonder where he'll bring you,
So you ask - "Where are we going?"
"It's a cute little Italian restaurant". He replies.
"That sounds nice". You say, almost glowing.
He starts asking about your day,
You tell him it was fine and ask about his.
He says "It's getting better with every passing second".
You didn't expect that, but feel you could get used to this.
You didn't expect that, but feel you could get used to this.
Arriving at the restaurant,
He stops and alights at the front door;
Opens yours and helps you out,
You wonder how much more he has in store.
At your table, he prepares a chair for you to sit,
You tell him your order and he places it.
You think to yourself that the night is going swell,
Then you realise - he may be acting out the gentleman very well.
You tell yourself you'll wait and see.
If he's acting, he'll get tired somehow.
A crack in his facade is enough to show
Just what kind of a monster he can be.
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