“Crying is not an option.”

"Not a very impressive idea for our first date Sinister ." I teased.

Sinister got off the bike and helped me off.

"What is this place?" I asked, curiously.

"Weren't you hungry? This was the only place I could have found in this area." He shrugged and pulled a shirt for me to sit at one of the outside tables.

He was right, looking around again, I took notice of how rural the area was. No buildings, no houses, no anything really, just a long empty road. Where the hell did he really bring me? The eatery itself was scanty with only few older men hanging around. He stared at me as I shifted uncomfortably in my seat.

"So?" I tried breaking the uneasiness, "How long would it take again until we get home?"

"Home?" He arched an eyebrow with a subtle smile.

"I mean, back at your house." Idiot.

"Not sure."

"What? What do you mean not sure?"

"I never took this route before."

"What? Don't mess with me Soft served! Tell me you're lying!" I exclaimed in a panic.

"Would you relax? I'm not insane." H