Chapter 131 The Date
"No way, you barely ate anything." Luke nudged Elsa back into her chair.
"I'm stuffed!" Elsa shot back, giving him a death glare.
"Finish this toast, or I'll feed it to you myself," Luke said, trying to look all serious.
"You just love bossing people around, huh? What's your deal?" Elsa fired back, her eyes blazing.
Luke couldn't help but chuckle, thinking about their fun from earlier.
Seeing his grin, Elsa blushed, knowing exactly what he was thinking.
Lisa had already snuck out quietly. Luke pulled Elsa onto his lap.
"Come on, Let me feed you." He tore off a piece of toast, tasted it, then fed her another piece.
Luke managed to get Elsa to eat half the toast. She was so wiped out she could barely keep her eyes open, just wanting to crawl back into bed.
Luke had gotten pretty good at coming up with new tricks. Good thing it was Saturday; otherwise, Elsa would be too worn out for work.
But Luke wasn't done with her yet.
"Go change your clothes," he said, pressing his forehead against hers.
"Why?" Elsa asked, confused.
"We're going to see a play this afternoon. You like comedies, right? I got tickets for the matinee."
After their morning fun in the bathroom, Elsa had fallen into a deep sleep. Luke realized they had never actually gone on a date.
He remembered that Elsa commented on "See you in Maplewood City" under a Facebook post about a comedy play. So he had Max get front-row tickets and carried Elsa to the dining table at 10 o'clock.
Elsa's sleepy eyes suddenly brightened. Luke laughed at her expression.
He carried her to the walk-in closet and picked out an outfit: a black knit mini dress, black stockings, thigh-high boots, and a white fur-collared coat.
Fur collars might be out of style, but Elsa looked amazing in them. She had a delicate, socialite-like fragility that made her look like a lively little fox.
Elsa let Luke dress her, still in disbelief as she sat in the passenger seat.
"Aren't you busy today?" she asked.
"Not at all." Luke leaned over, buckled her seatbelt, and kissed her cheek. "Take a nap. I'll wake you when we get there."
So Elsa fell asleep.
At a red light, Luke looked at her sleeping face and felt a deep sense of peace. Spending a lifetime with Elsa wouldn't be so bad.
She was beautiful, smart, decisive, and clear-headed. She'd definitely have a lovely daughter just like her someday. Though she was a bit unromantic, single-minded, and not very gentle, those were minor flaws he liked.
When it came to her struggles with depression and self-harm, Luke was committed to supporting and safeguarding her.They left home at 11:30 and arrived at the theater parking lot around noon.
Luke watched Elsa sleep until 1 o'clock, then gently woke her with a kiss.
The play was a love story. Though it had the series' usual comedy style, the ending was tragically beautiful.
Luke heard girls sobbing behind them and turned to see Elsa staring at the stage, expressionless.
If he hadn't seen her almost digging her nails into her palm, he might have been fooled.
He reached over, grabbed her abused hand, and held it, rubbing it gently.
"Can you act like a normal girl? If you cry, do you think I'll laugh at you?" Luke sighed, exasperated.
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