Whirlwind had a date to get to and she was running late so she flew as fast as she could. She absolutely refuses to be late, that would set a bad impression for her date Flash Sentry This was their first day after all. She saw Flash right outside of the Italian restaurant they decided to meet up at. She flew up to Flash and landed right in front of him.
" What are you doing here so early," Whirlwind inquired but Flash only gave her an amused grin as he motioned behind her. She looked back and saw on a clock that she was a minute late and rolled her eyes as she looked back a flash.
The stallion smiled looking into her eyes, "ooooh, so close yet not quite there."
"Aren't you late with me," Flash raised an eyebrow at this, "neither of us are inside yet."
"But we said to meet up here."
"No we said to meet up 'in' here."
"Fine," Flash said as they trotted to the doors. He opened the door for whirlwind like the gentlecolt he is then followed after her. They got in line to check in for their reservation.
"Does this place really come with a complementary bowls of spaghetti like how others do bread sticks?" Flash hadn't been to this restaurant before.
Truth be told, neither has Whirlwind, "You'll just have to find out yourself," but Flash wasn't sure about coming here so she spoke about it like she had. He'd thank her later.
They were finally up to the desk, Flash spoke, "we're here for a reservation of an outside table for two."
The pony behind the counter was brown with a black mane and wore a suit and a bowtie, but most notably he had a big mustach that looked like it was made of noodles. "Names please," the stallion spoke in a sophisticated tone.
Flash gave him their names, "that would be Flash Sentry and this beautiful mare right here is Whirlwind." That last part had earned him an elbow in his side, and also a little blush. Whirlwind wanted to be described as cool but also secretly likes being called beautiful.
"Your table is table number eleven, he pointed outside through the giant window that was a wall, outside there were many tables.
A waiter came out, he was carrying what looked to be half of a giant meatball on his back. His suit had a design that made it look like noodles. "Follow me to your table," the waiter began walking. He stopped a table inside and set the half meet ball down on another table and continued walking.
Whirlwind noticed flash looking back at the half meet ball. Turns out it was half a giant meet ball and it was filled with noodles and parmesan cheese. Flash had a confused look on his face. Whirlwind decided to break him out of his stupor, "I'm jealous, that giant meet ball is getting more attention than I am."
Flash's eyes immediately snapped back to her. With a look of embarrassment he tried to brush it off, "W-well, you told me this place was interesting, but I didn't expect this..."
"This place sure does love it's spaghet." They arrived at their table, Flash pulled out Whirlwinds chair for her and she sat down in it, "maybe we can remake the alley scene of that one dog movie."
After a minute of idle chatter the waiter came back. He set down two menus and a giant bowl of spaghetti. "Wow, the ponies who eat here must have one major taste for the spaghet." Whirlwind commented with a whistle.
" Why do you call it spaghet?" Flash was only just now catching on to this.
"It's an outside joke," this only confused Flash more. But being the smart Colt he is he decided not to ask.
"Are you ready to order," the waiter had arrived again.
Flash spoke up first, "I would like two spaghetti Taco's and a, huh, I guess I'll try some meatball slurp to drink." Flash was taken back by the oddity of the food. But he was here now so why not try some of the ,unique, foods and drinks.
Whirlwind looked at the waiter, "I'd like the Parmesan pallet with tomato toss up to drink," Unlike flash she was no stranger to strange things.
---- The meal was good but the date. Well the date was going great. They were learning so much about each other and there was not a single problem between them. But good things only last so long.
When they were finished the waiter came and collected the dishes that they had dirtied. "So how do you want to split the bill?" Whirlwind said questioningly to flash.
He responded by saying, " I'll just pay for the whole thing." The problem here is that Whirlwind didn't like letting others pay for her. Holding doors and pulling out chairs was one thing but paying was another.
"I insist that you let me help pay," Flash had heard that this is a test many mares will put a stallion through to test his resolve. So he tried once more.
"I refuse to have you pay for the whole thing," Whirlwind was very stubborn. She just could not let someone pay for her.
Flash thought for a moment and had an idea, "I must at least pay most of it." He hoped this would solve the situation.
Whirlwind caved, "fine."
"Rea-"
She interrupted flash, seeing a way to have some fun with him, "but only if you can catch me!"
"What are you talking abou-"
"Catch me and I might let you pay most," she interrupted again with a grin on her face. She hovered out of her chair.
"So if I catch you I can pay most." Whirlwind nodded to Flash, "Deal." He hovered out of his chair. Whirlwind took off laughing. Flash right on her trail. She flew up, down, and through the clouds.
Soon she thought that just for fun she'd try flying circles around him but when she started flying circles right along behind he. In fact he was gaining. Whirl saw this and sped up and so did Flash. Both had giddy smiles on their faces and we're completely oblivious to what they were doing to those around them.
Their fast circles had began to create a vortex of wind. They remained oblivious until Flash got hit in the face by a meatball. He immedietly tried to break free but due to the strong winds he was sent stumbling and slowing down. This caused Whirl to do a full loop and crash into his flanks.
They both got launched out of the tornado. Flash landed on his stomach, Whirlwind Landing on top of him. He looked up at her, " are you alright. She didn't respond but instead was staring over at where they were. Flash followed her gaze.
It was a tornado made of spaghetti. His jaw dropped to the grass below. The pony that had greeted them and checked them in had his head out of the door. That pony flailed his hooves toward the noodle filled tornado, " somebody touch my spaghet!" The stallion ran back inside.
Soon a Pegasus had decided it was enough and flew straight through the swirling spaghetti. This caused it to burst and fly in all directions. I noodle even landed half in Flash's mouth.
Whirlwind saw the noodle. Without thought she took the loose ends in her mouth and brought more of it into her mouth until her lips met Flash's.