dating the kook king meant that, on every date night, he would take you out to the fanciest restaurants full of other wealthy people.

it was definitely not what you were used to, having grown up in the cut, where you could only dream of not having to worry about how much a meal out costs.

although you have found your love for dressing up all pretty and rafe bringing you a bouquet of flowers, never once have you taken him out on a date, always the other way around.

it took a hell of a lot of convincing on your part to get him to let you take him out, pogue style.

but eventually, he conceded, unable to say no to your pout and pleading eyes.

you’ve decided to take him out on a beach date, which is how you ended up here: sat next to him on the sand, beer in hand, and some fries in the middle of the two of you.

the beach is surprisingly empty, helping the peaceful, calm atmosphere. “man, next time, m’takin’ you out somewhere nice.” rafe grumbles, putting a fry into is mouth.