you say to him.
"Good. I was hoping you would say that because there's this little in-hotel Italian restaurant right over here." he says pointing to his right but you jump back horrified.
"Italian?" you manage to squeak out. "Don't tell me your allergic also. Every girl I've ever met is allergic." he said shaking his head and thinking a little to deeply about this.
"Well, maybe it's because Italian food is really messy. Not a very good date food." you say, trying to make things clearer. "Ya know, you may be on to something there." he says. "Well over there," he says pointing to the left, "is Chinese. That's not messy."
Chinese seemed harmless so you nod and let him escort you over to the restaurant. Inside was very classy and you were glad you wore this outfit.
In the middle of an interesting discussion on songwriting, or apples, or Johnny Appleseed (your not really sure) a loud noise grabs hold of your attention and you look to your right along with Isaac.
"Oh, that's my brothers. They're special. Would you mind if I called them over?"
