A Date to Remember.

"Where are we going?" I probably asked for the hundredth time.

"Just wait." Ian answered with the same two words again. I growled in frustration. Ian had blindfolded me, and not knowing where we going was killing me.

"Ian!" I growled in frustration.

"I never noticed how impatient you are," Ian remarked, chuckling.

"You are so dead when I get my hands on you."

"Then maybe I should keep the blindfold on," Ian teased.

I didn't say anything, but I was annoyed. I didn't know what Ian was upto, and I really hoped that it wasn't some dangerous thing.

"We're here," Ian finally announced. I heard...