"I have never actually had bread pudding," Zia admitted, but she definitely wasn't closed off to the notion of trying it. In fact she enjoyed their shared dessert almost more than the main meal.

"I did! I really did, I had a good time," She said, and wondered if she'd over done her attempt to convince him. She really honestly had had a good time, in spite of being constantly reminded how bad and out of practice she was at this dating thing, but she knew she must have come off as restrained and a little cold. She couldn't help that, but going into this, she didn't realize how large the chunks of her life off limits to conversation were. The fact that there was someone else's memories mingling in her brain didn't help, either.

She ended up spending the whole walk to the car wondering if he found her patronizing, or just being polite, or at worst, a total liar.

"So, um," She found herself stopped at the car, completely at a loss for what to do. Various scenarios flashed through her mind on what he could possibly be thinking about and whether or not she had ruined his night or if she'd given him the impression he'd ruined hers.

She wanted to kiss him, and at least end the date on a good note, but even then she found herself doubting it. It was proper, she was sure, to wait for him to initiate some kind of date-ending-kiss. Or was that outdated? Or maybe he just wasn't into it. After a sufficiently awkward pause, she bravely decided to risk embarrassing herself by landing a moderately big smacker right on his lips, assuming he didn't dodge her, and then gave him a contrastingly quick, "Okay, good night!" before hopping in the driver's seat as if to escape. "Call me?" And then she was gone.

Zia Connolly was very bad at first dates.