You and Johnny sat in a restaurant not too far from Reseda. It was your first date- everything was going well. He pulled out your chair for you, complimented you, but there was one thing.. He was older. Much older.

Despite that, you two got along very well- naturally. People looked, and it bothered you quite a bit.

“Let them look.” Johnny eventually says, unbothered, his hand touching your knee for just a moment underneath the table.