He is very endeared. And finishes his own with a smile on his face not entirely chocolate-sourced. (Okay, mostly not chocolate sourced. There's some chocolate in there though.) 

"When do you need to be heading back home, Rosy?" John's dad asks. "Feel free to stay later, though someone should get his actual homework done, so it may be a good idea to head home soon. I can give you a lift, if you need?" 

"That would be very kind of you! My house is the big one by the woods, at the far end of Main Street past where it turns into Silver Maple Drive."

"...by the... your last name wouldn't happen to be Blake, would it?" John's dad asks, something between amusement and concern on his face. 

"It would!"

"Huh." He looks back and forth between the two of them, clearly assessing something. "Is your family aware of this, this..." he's at a bit of a loss for words. "About your designs on my son, let's say," he finally finishes.

"Should they be? Why? My mom trusts me to make my own choices."

"Even about boys?" John's dad looks slightly incredulous. 

"Of course! Anyway, I don't think she'd have much grounds to complain, she met my dad in college and married him before she graduated and went to her last year of classes wearing me on her back. I'd have to try really hard to make wilder romantic decisions than that."

(And yet, somehow, she's succeeding, isn't she. Thankfully, his dad is oblivious to the possibility of her binding her soul to his in some sort of arcane ceremony.)

"Well, we'll see what tomorrow brings, then," John's dad says, noncommittaly, but at least partially assuaged. "Should I be getting us a security camera also, in case anyone takes umbrage with something your mother or grandmother has done and decides that your beau's home is a valid target when planning their retaliatory pranks."

(That seems like valid precaution... wait, could the camera catch something that would get Rosy in trouble? They had to have some way to deal with cameras, right?) He looks at her, concern suddenly showing on his face. 

"That sort of thing is much rarer than it used to be, but do what makes you comfortable, of course."

"Well, worst comes to worst we might catch ourselves a package thief. Or take up birdwatching! Regardless, would you like a ride back now, or in a couple hours?" his dad asks. 

"What do you think, John? Tired of me yet?"

That's a question with a whole host of complicated answers. (She's cute and he wants to keep hanging out with her. She's a lot and he needs some time to process. He wants to learn more about magic. He really needs to get his homework done.) 

It's the last one that decides it. "I'm not tired of you, but I should probably spend some time on homework." And not on you, he leaves unsaid. 

"That's fair," she says agreeably. "See you later, then!"

Wait, how is he supposed to respond to this now? (No need to kiss her yet, right? He's not even totally sure he wants to kiss her yet.) Does he hug goodbye? Wave? Show he regrets how he's feeling? Not show any regret? 

"See you later," he says in response, before spending too long trying to think through the best possible response and coming out looking like he has no idea what he's doing. (Not that saying that helped, did it.) He smiles a little and waves. 

She waves back and turns to follow John's dad to the mysterious lair of the car.

John watches them go, and then concentrates on his homework as best he can (not very well). Not only does he have a (prospective) girlfriend all of a sudden, but also magic is real and also she wants to.... to fulfill his fantasies. (Which she knows, and he has so many feelings about that...) What does he do here? How can he concentrate on schoolwork at a time like this?! 

Unfortunately, his classwork does not care about any of that, and the due dates stay the same. He still has to do it. His dad mostly leaves him alone as he works (besides cracking a few awful jokes, but that's nothing new) and the next morning after a fitful sleep, he heads to school. (His mother is thankfully asleep so he doesn't need to get interrogated by her, yet.)

He hasn't gotten a message from Rosy, yet. And she's not in any of his classes. Should he message her? What should he say? (He's not supposed to message the girl right after the first date, right? Supposed to wait a while? Why is that the advice? Does it even hold in a situation like this?) 

He checks his phone when he won't get in trouble, (and occasionally very quickly when he could, though thankfully the teachers don't notice,) waiting for a message from her. 

I have been doing Research.

How would you like to go see a movie this weekend? What are your thoughts on The Hunger Games? There's also The Secret World of Arrietty which I've already seen and adore very much, and John Carter which I know nothing about except that it's based on some really old quasi-sci-fi, and I suppose the semidemicentennial rerelease of Titanic if you like that sort of thing which I doubt you do. Those are my best candidates so far but feel free to make alternate suggestions.

Alternately we could stay in and watch a movie, if you have anything in your collection you especially want to show me, or are willing to brave the spooky woods and my spooky mother to come to my house and watch old children's movies.

A message! He's weirdly elated, and nervous, even though there's nothing to be nervous about. 

Of those, the Hunger Games seems like the obviously best choice. But seeing children's movies with her sounds considerably more cozy and fun. But on the other hand, meeting her family. He isn't scared of the woods with Rosy around (much) (mostly) (look a year after they moved here some hiker died and then another one did three years later and everyone knows not to go into the woods after dark), but she has a lot of family and her family is scary. And as for on his own end, one encounter with a parent was enough, having it when both of them could be home (mom might still be working, her schedule is subject to change quite a lot, but she could be) is not something he wants to experience at the moment. He's already dreading the conversation probably tonight with her. 

I'm not sure I'm quite up for meeting the Blake family yet, even if children's movies with you sounds fun. I've heard good things about the Hunger Games, we could do that, and maybe get a bite to eat somewhere afterwards? 

Sounds good to me! What time? We could do tonight, or tomorrow afternoon or evening, or even Sunday?

Tomorrow afternoon might be best, I should tell my parents beforehand and I should leave Sunday for things I don't get done because I'm too busy having a good time with you. 

Is that too forward? It's probably not too forward, she's the one literally giving herself to him. It still feels too forward. He dithers, but sends it anyways. 

Sure thing! I'll look up showtimes and get us tickets.

Sounds good to me! Let me know!

Part of him wants to suggest that they meet up after school, at least for a bit (he wants to see her!), another part of him suggests to take it slow and safe. And that he still needs time to think. (And do homework. There is always the homework.) So he doesn't add anything else. 

That same afternoon, about an hour after the end of school, she emails him a ticket receipt with a Saturday 3pm showtime.

Thanks! See you then!

he starts his message to her, but then realizes there is slightly more logistics involved then that. So he revises his message:

Thanks! Do you want to get food before or after? If after, do you want to meet at the theatre, or elsewhere? You could pick me up at my place (I don't have a car, I assume you probably do) if you want, since if we're meeting at the theatre my travel options afterwards are somewhat limited (I don't have a car, just a bike), but there are plenty of places to eat nearby. Looking forward to seeing you!

He's not keen on admitting he doesn't have a car, or asking for a ride from her, and he's concerned that assuming she has a car might be a problem if it turns out she doesn't (she's a Blake, they can certainly afford it, but that doesn't make it a certainty). But he sends it anyways, slightly nervous about her response.