Carlos snorted softly. “Kinda takes away the illusion of me treating you when you say things like that, babe,” Carlos teased him with a grin. “But, uh, yeah… I think a table by the stage sounds great.” Carlos loved Magnolia’s singing too. It reminded him that even though the world supposedly ended, people were still creating new things. It just always put him in a good mood. It would make his night with Hancock that much better, he thought.
“If it makes you feel better, you can order for me if you like.” He teased right back with a wink. “We’ll find one close but maybe not so close we won’t be able to chat, yeah? Much as I love Mags, I want to spend the night with you, y’know?”
Carlos grinned stupidly. “You’re ridiculously sweet,” he cooed. “That sounds great. Dare I say, romantic.” It made Carlos want to just kiss him now. A lot.
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