[ WP ] When you started dating she was boring as hell in that special time . Now you ca n't believe how amazing she is even in the most mundane things . Specially in the most mundane things .

I twiddled my thumbs underneath the pristine white table cloth. My semi-formal clothes were a bit uncomfortable. My collar was hugging my neck, and my tie was snuggled under just a bit too tightly. 
 
 Marcy was quietly talking about some book she had read a while ago, but loved dearly. She was talking deeply about some impactful moment about blah-blah-blah. Something something trees and Brooklyn. I was bored as hell and was trying to burn time by studying the details of this small semi-fancy restaurant. The oak wood table legs were plain in color but on deeper inspection had detailed engravings and intricate wood grain patterns. 
 
 I tried my best to look interested, but I was n't a man of books. A beer and a nice round of Overwatch or Fallout 4 was my definition of a good night. Thinking about sitting in my pjs topless while shouting into a headset irked me with the contrast to my tie and suit outfit I was wearing. I focused my eyes to her face as she seemed to be wrapping up. 
 
 The waiter had served our food: some pasta, a small basket of rolls, and side salad. Marcy quietly thanked him, and I barely heard her over the background music, clinking of silverware, and chatting of the restaurant. She placed her plate nearly centered between her silverware and turned it so the herb perched on top of the pile of pasta pointed to her right. It was peculiar seeing her pick up her form delicately, with her index and thumb first. With a little smile she mentioned how she did n't often eat out, then mumbled about making food. I politely nodded. 
 
 We had an uneventful rest of the evening. After a bit of wine she smiled more, though quiet as ever, possibly more than at the beginning of the evening. Her expression looked more friendly as I began having some small talk about gaming. She looked like she was having a fun time. I felt like falling asleep. 
 
 I offered to walk her home, as I passed my house by maybe one or two blocks on my way there. By that time the wine seemed to have gotten to her head. She mumbled something else about how she usually cooks at home with someone named David. I felt slightly irked, but only because she looked happier than at any moment of the date. She was practically giggling with joy while talking about whoever David was. My frown must have seeped out of my thoughts because she insisted I meet David, as he was a `` wonderful bud to be around''. 
 
 I was escorting her up the stairs of her apartment when she asked if I wanted to stay the night. When I peered over to her drunken face, she did n't seem to be joking, but it did n't really hold any intent other than `` because it was so late''. I noted that her apartment seemed to be in a rather insecure area. Across the hall I heard loud laughter and shouts, reeking of the smell of smoking. 
 
 She handed me her keys because she was fumbling around. I heard scratching on the other side of her door. She giggled and said David missed her. My suspicions disappeared when I saw a small white and grey kitten meowing by my dress shoes. His small triangular ears twitched at the unfamiliar smell of my pants. Marcy was crouched down by David, softly chatting with him. It was funny seeing her talk so naturally to a cat, especially the part where she put on a pout about the day being so hard at the office. I ushered the two in and prepared to leave. Marcy offered some tea, which sounded quaint, but being in America came off more awkward if anything. I smiled but shook my head. 
 
 I felt something circling my feet and found the little fur ball brushing up against my pants. He purred a little, but when I crouched down he darted away to Marcy. She asked if I wanted to spend some time with David, and seemed like the wine was disappearing. There was a strange charm to the kitten, and since I did n't often see cats, I politely agreed. 
 
 Marcy bundled up David in her arms and showed me to her couch, offering me a seat. She placed David gingerly on my lap before lightly drifting over to the kitchen for some tea. I smelled the light scent of cleanliness from his grey. It was similar to her's. Marcy brought over some light orange tea on plain coasters. A cup of honey with two small spoons sat in the middle of the two tea cups. 
 
 While sipping on tea, Marcy was affectionately whispering to David, who was comfortably perched on my chest. My silk dress shirt was worth the hundreds of sleeping kitten photos. I pulled out my phone and read a few new texts. Before I knew it, Marcy was dozing softly against my shoulder, David snuggled against her cheek. I scanned the room, spying neatly folded blankets, I quietly slid off the couch without disturbing Marcy and attempted to pull off David without avail. So, I made this obtuse pose as though I was playing limbo, balancing the sleeping kitten, while reaching for the blankets. As I covered he blanket over Marcy, she slightly woke up, and said I could take a key to lock the door if I was going to leave. The little kitten was so peacefully dozing that I decided to sit down for a short while. 
 
 
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 I ca n't tell if being overly organized accounts for being amazing at mundane tasks. But then again, I could n't really tell where to go with the rest of the prompt. It was fun describing small details though.
