China Supreme was about 10 miles away. Victoria drove. She had a nice little ‘96 Toyota Corolla. It was ruby red, like lipstick. She wore a cute black skirt with polka dots on it and a green blouse. Katie wore a little, form fitting black dress. As soon as they were seated, Katie was on the hunt.
	“I’m gonna eat 12 plates worth of food, plus dessert,” Katie exclaimed.
	“Oh yeah? Well I’m gonna eat 12 plates of dessert, plus dinner,” Victoria challenged.
	“Okay, okay, you win.”
	“Katie. Who do you think is going to win the election this year?” Katie considered.
	“Bernie. Fucking. Sanders.” she said without hesitation..
	“I do too.”
	“It’s just that,” Katie said after swallowing a dumpling. “He got so much traction last time. People hated both choices. Trump is awful. America is ready for Bernie.”
	“What about Hillary?,” Victoria asked, sipping her Dr. Pepper.
	“Hillary tried twice and failed twice,” Katie said. “The third time is not the charm in politics.”
	“I agree,” Victoria said.
	“This food is hella good,” Katie stated. Victoria stared.
	“What?,” Katie asked, pretending to be offended. “Hella is totally the new buzzword.”
	“You’re so cute,” Victoria said. She didn’t mean to say it, it just slipped out.
	“So was this actually a date?,” Katie asked. Victoria turned beat red.
	“I would have said yes,” she said in a low voice, and took her hand.
	“You...you would have?,” Victoria stammered, incredulous.
	“Yes,” Katie said, giving her hand a squeeze. “I like you.”
	Victoria managed to finish her meal and pay for the check in flabbergasted silence. When they left China Supreme, Katie’s left arm was slung around Victoria, and she was playfully flicking her ear.