"But why not?" He stared at you with a look of worry and wonder. You looked down at your red feet and looked back into his puppy dog brown eyes.

You had been dating Gene Kelly for a month, and things were well. He was working a lot which caused you to not see him as much as you'd like, but things were happy. He was devoted to you and you to him. However, he didn't quite understand that you weren't the kind for big and elaborate gifts.

He had just told you that he booked a table for two at a high class restaurant. All the big movie stars eat there and as much as you'd love to go, you had to admit it. You weren't made for a high class joint like that. It wasn't your kind of scene and a place like that made you very anxious.

"I'm not good enough for a place like that. It's too much." He tilted his head to the side. His eyes had a tinge of sadness in them.

"Are you sure?" You nodded.

"Yes. Gene I don't need you to take me to fancy places like that."

"Are you serious? I thought any girl would love to go to a place like that."

"Not me. My kind of date is... well, it's reading by the fire or going to a cinema. Kissing in the rain-"

"I consider myself a professional at kissing in the rain." He winked.

"I don't need Tiffany's or diamonds to know you love me. I could settle for phone calls or dates to the diner."

You held his hands tight together. He was amazed and staring at you like you were some kind of mystical creature. He could tell you were serious but he'd never heard of a woman thinking this way.

"Okay, we'll if it'd make you feel better I'll cancel the dinner. I'll go to the library and pick up a book on Shakespeare and we will read in front of the fire."

Your eyes glowed when you looked up at him. He smiled, his eyes crinkling in the corners. He grabbed your waist and gave you a passionate kiss on the lips.