No. Put that thought out of my mind, it's too late to back down. Make a plan, and follow it through.As I gave myself a little pep talk. I began thinki...g about our date. A nice dinner somewhere. Somewhere romantic, but dark, with booths. Italian, I decided. Fabiani's. Nice but not too fancy. A quick phone call reserved a booth. As I ironed a shirt, I tried to figure out what to do after dinner. A nice walk along the waterfront would do. It's been warm enough in the evenings that I could get away. On my day off. One night, I went to the laundry tent to do my laundry and holy shit, Ashley was there stuffing here DCU's in the washer. We exchanged pleasantries and professional courtesies and small talk about what was going on. I sat down on a wooden bench to wait for my laundry to wash and she asked me if I was going to be in the laundry tent while my clothes were washing. I told her that, yes, I haad nothing better to do. She asked me if I would watch her laundry while she went back to her. Did you eat dinner while I was gone? I can—”“I cooked!” Laura gleefully interjected. “I, um ... Your mom let me make omelets for us! I wish I’d had some bacon or sausage for them—not that I was unhappy with how they came out or anything, though!”Alaina found herself smiling widely as she imagined the blonde girl happily cooking away at the stove with a pair of omelets sizzling in a frying pan. Wait, why is she... She blinked, then stared at herself uncertainly in the mirror. We don’t even own. "Eh, I'm not old enough to drink."Stacey smiled. "None of us are, but you don't have to worry about that. Do you want a beer, or something stronger maybe?" I think just OJ will be good, actually," I said hesitantly."Awww, come on, party a little!" Stacey said with a cute little half-pout."Leave him alone, Stacey," Gino grinned. "If he just wants OJ, I'll get him just an OJ." Damon, come on, we're all having drinks. Please?" Stacey said as she unleashed a devastating smile on me."Alright, I.