Autumn's Embrace

The waitress came back out with our food and set it on the table, "You two enjoy! Let me know if you need anything."

I smiled to her and gave her a slight nod, "We will."

As she left, I looked back over at Octy, her smile still as broad as it was when I first met her. I shrugged it off, it really wasn't uncommon for ponies to act this way when they meet me. Though, it did a little out of hoof every now and again, but that's what happens when you become a big star. Octy set her napkin in her lap and licked her lips hungrily, "This looks really good."

"I know, that's why I like coming here."

"So, Vinyl, why are you here in Ponyville?"

"I moved here to get away from the hustle and bustle of the city. I know that it may not seem like it, but I do prefer the peace and quiet."

"You and me both, but living in Canterlot makes that a little bit hard at times. What with all the gatherings, events, and parties. It's hard to imagine anypony actually getting any rest there."

I giggled lightly as I took a bite of my hay burger, "Manehatten isn't that much better. Almost every night there's always something going on."

"I'd imagine so."

I started to get a little bit nervous, we were starting to run out of things to talk about. I needed to think of something fast before things get really awkward, "So, what kind of stallions do you like." I mentally slapped myself, out of all the things that I could've picked to talk about, that was the first thing to come out of my mouth!

Octy's face began to turn red and she diverted her gaze a bit, "W-Well...I-I'm not really into stallions."

"You're not?"

She shook her head, her blushing burning deeper into her grey coat. She looked back and forth quickly before leaning across the table a bit, lowering her voice to a soft whisper, "I'm a fillyfooler."

"I never would've guessed that."

"Well, I try to keep it a secret. If my parents ever found out, they'd cut every single tie that they have to me."

"I really don't see why it matters. I've never really had any problems coming out to ponies myself."

She reared her head back a bit in surprise, "You're a fillyfooler too?"

"Yeah. And do I care what ponies think? No. As far as I'm concerned, as long as you don't let it bother you, you have nothing to worry about."

She sat back in her seat and began to fidget a little bit, "I-I see...But, to answer you're question, I like a mare that I can really get along with. Somepony that has a good personality, a great sense of humor, and is always fun to be around. I also like a mare who shows that she cares about me in anyway she can. I don't mind fancy gifts, but I feel that it's not really required to show love that way. I feel that even the smallest of things can mean a whole lot more when it comes from your heart."

My eyes had filled half my face by the time she was done explaining.

Her blush finally faded and she let out a light sigh, "I know it may sound corny, but that's just the way I feel about these sorts of things."

"I know what you mean."

She smiled and looked back up to me, "What about you, Vinyl. What kind of mares are you into?"

"I like a mare who's not afraid to try new things. Somepony who had a kind heart and a strong mind. I want somepony that I can really talk to when I need to relief my stress. I want somepony that I know will be there for me through thick and thin. I want to have a strong connection with somepony, not just a small fling or one night stand. I want somepony that I know I will be with for the long run."

I looked up at Octy, my eyes full of determination. She smiled and put her hoof on mine, "I'm sure you'll find a mare for you someday."

"Who's to say that that day isn't today."

Octy tilted her head, "What do you mean?"

"I mean, who's to say that you and I haven't already found our special someponies?"

"I still don't follow you."

"Octy, you and I have both just sat here and listened to what type of mares we both like. Who's to say that we don't fit each other's description of the type of mare we're looking for."

"But, that's hard to believe. I mean you and I have just met, and we barely know that much about one another."

"No reason why we can't get to know each other better. What do you say?"

She removed her hoof from mine and sighed, "While I'm sure you mean well, I just think that it's way too soon for us to start even thinking about dating. I don't doubt that you and I might have a connection. But, it's still too soon to tell. I'm sorry, but I think we should wait a bit before we let things get any further." She got up from her seat and smiled at me one last time, "Maybe we can get to know each other over breakfast tomorrow."

"I'd like that. What time?"

"Nine, if that's not too early for you."

"Would meeting up here be alright with you?"

"Sure."

"Then it's a date."

She playfully rolled her eyes before leaving her half of the bill on the table and walking out. I got up from my seat and left the rest of the money on the table and watched through the window as Octy walked off down the street.