Kizzy was so confident. Being out and about and away from her candles perplexed Caitlin at times. She was never really sure of what she should say or where she should stand. Candles were so much easier. Actually that was why she got into making the in the first place. Back in high school she wasn't able to talk to the other girls about boys or make-up or nailpolish. But everyone loved candles. She had found some tutorials online about how to make candles and soon she was mixing her own batches in her family's basement.<br/><br/>Twenty-five minute wait? "Oh well, I guess we could just go somewh.. Oh, oh.. alright." Kizzy tugged her along towards the bar, somewhere that Cait wouldn't have thought about sitting in a million years. She would have also offered to stand and so even before the very attractive waiter came, there was a raging blush on the redhead's face from being pressed so close to another woman she had just met. (She always blushed so easily, it was something she thought made her look quite silly.)<br/><br/>Drinks... drinks... what to drink? She looked at a menu but only saw beers and wines and nothing that really interests her. She looked up at the waiter, who was indeed gorgeous (and he knew it - counted on it) and did her best not to stutter. "I..um... like anything with juice it it - orange or pineapple juice. Do you have something like that?"<br/><br/>The waiter grinned at the two girls sitting all cutesy cuddly together. "Absolutely, ladies. I'll be right back." His words were polite and appropriate but they way his lips turned into a fliryt lopsided grin made Cait shudder. She cleared her throat and grabbed a menu. The seat was just barely big enough for the two women and it was difficult not to lean away, almost falling off. Surprising herself a little, she wrapped her calf and foot around Kizzy's to help them stay stable. As she sat back, Caitlin let herself get absorbed by the grill items. "I've never eaten at a place like this. What looks good?"<br/><br/>She gave another small smile to the bubbly brunette at her side. Perhaps it was just because she felt eyes on the two of them, or because she really wanted to hit things off with her new roommate but butterflies swarmed and fluttered in her stomach. The cocktails couldn't come soon enough.<br/><br/>