Spike and Sweetiebelle were walking along the gravel path, enjoying the simple beauty that is nature. Spike grabs Sweetiebelle's hoof as they walk.
"I wasn't too sure about this date," Sweetiebelle said. Spike turned toward her.
"Why?"
"I saw Rarity go on countless dates and she always came home crying and eating whole tubs of ice cream, I was just worried if you'll be the same," Sweetie said. Spike kissed her cheek which caused her to blush.
"I'm not going to do that to you," Spike said.
"Do you promise?,"
"I..I promise," Spike felt something cold in his chest.
"Sorry I was just well... Nervous,"
"Don't worry I'll make sure this'll be the best date, you've ever had,"
"Yeah, and maybe we can look back on this date when we get married," Sweetiebelle said. Spike jumped at the word "married".
"Woah, isn't it a bit early to talk about marriage," Spike said as he tugged on his shirt collar.
"Why not you love me and I love you so why can't we get married?," Sweetie said.
"I just don't think I'm ready for it now but maybe we could.. someday,"
Sweetie raised her eyebrow "okay?"
They continued walking until their destination came into view, a small but expensive looking building in the middle of town. Spike whistled. Sweetiebelle's mouth was wide open. Spike closed it with his hand. "You're drooling dear," Spike said. Sweetie wiped her mouth with her hoof and smiled.
"Me and you are going to dinner in..there?" Sweetie said flabbergasted. Spike nodded.
"Anything for you Sweetie," Spike said before being hugged by Sweetiebelle.
"Oh Spike your the best boyfriend in the whole world!," Sweetiebelle said while she flashed a toothy grin. Spike laughed.
"I try," Spike walked up to the door and opened it for her. She walked in and he followed after.
"What's the name of this restaurant?" Sweetie asked.
"La Plume D'or, I think it means The Golden Feather," Spike said as a light blue stallion walked up to them.
The stallion was wearing a black suit vest and what seemed to be a fake handlebar mustache. "Ah welcome to La Plume D'or Monsieur and Madame, do you 'ave a reservation?," he said in what sounded like a forced Prench accent.
"Actually yes we do, it should be under Spike," he said.
The stallion checked through his small book. "Of course Monsieur Spike and Madame Sweetiebelle, oui?," He asked.
"Uh Oui?," Spike answered.
"Fantastique, please follow me to your table," The stallion ushered them through the restaurant. Throughout the building couples could be seen laughing, eating, and talking to each other. "I'm so glad to see young love, reminds me of myself" He stopped in front of a table and laid two menus on the table. Spike and Sweetie sat down across from each other. "Now what would you like to drink?"
"Hmm, how about some sparkling cider?" Spike suggested.
"Sounds good to me,"
"Tout de suite," He replied before he walked away. Sweetie turned to Spike and he just shrugged his shoulders.
"So far so good, don't mess this up Spike" Spike opened his menu and Sweetiebelle did the same.
"Wow it all looks amazing," Sweetie said.
"There's only one thing that looks amazing to me tonight," Spike put his hand ontop of her hoof. Sweetiebelle hid her face behind her mane.
"You really know how to make a filly feel special," Sweetiebelle said as she dug her face into the menu," Spike smiled.
"I guess I do," Spike looked through his menu as well. Spike found a meal that caught his eye.
"The waiter returned with a bottle and two wine glasses. He popped to cork off and poured it into the glasses. "Now what would you like to eat?"
"I'll have the umm uh.. this?," Spike pointed his menu towards the waiter.
"That's the Pâte Sucrée a delicious meal, and for the pretty filly?,"
"I'll have the Lentil Salad with Blue Cheese and garlic croutons," Sweetie said.
"Of course I'll be back in just a moment," the waiter said before walking away.
Sweetiebelle took a drink and Spike did the same.
"Feels," Spike smacked his lips, "weird, doesn't taste bad just feels well.. weird,"
"It supposed to feel different it's not just regular fruit juice," Sweetie replied.
"Well aren't you a smart little filly?"
"Of course! I always try to keep a level head especially when I'm with the crusa..ders," Sweetie put her head on the table.
"Something wrong?" Spike asked trying to sound like he didn't know.
"I...I haven't spoke to them in over week, and I miss them,"
"Oh no," Spike could feel sweat form on his brow. "I'm sure they're still your friends,"
"You think so?,"
"Of course they'll always be your friends, no matter what,"
"Yeah, no matter what!,"