Personal Narrative: My First Date

My First Date Dax and I have been communicating for the past few months and he finally asked me to dine with him on February 14th. It was my first date and I can clearly recall the details of our exquisite night from the beginning to the end. He picked me up at home with his Subaru Forester exactly 6pm; dressed in a red long sleeved plaid shirt with black jeans and sneakers while I felt comfortable in a black and white leopard mini dress with black stockings, red heels and red accessories. At this moment, I did not have an idea where we were going and he kept quiet about it which made me more excited. We drove for approximately one hour and twenty minutes before we eventually arrived at our destination. He got out and opened the door for me; he then held my hands and walked me to the entrance.
It was the first time I witnessed such beauty in one place; the Restaurant is on the southern coast of the island on one of the most eloquent beach. The water was very calm and surreal in the way it reflected the moon; it was indeed a lovely night. The waitress placed us on a table under a small gazebo in the middle; they decorated the table with white cloth and red table mats with a bouquet of flowers in the middle and candles on both sides. The chairs were also decorated in white cloth and red ribbons tied around them. The menu was fixed due to Valentine’s Day celebration. We skipped the starters and jump straight to the main course. He had Creole chicken with seasoned potatoes and vegetables while I had grilled fish with rice and vegetables. He washed that down with a beer while I had a fruit punch. We shared a chocolate cake with vanilla ice-cream followed by a glass of wine to toast to our first of many