Restaurant
Grace has cooked pretty much every day since she was created. That was one of the first tasks programmed into her. She was a good one, too. Once you get used to her food it's hard to want anything different. She liked to cook, too, so it was a sort of win-win situation. She's cooked for most of her dates with Carlee as well. She seems to like it, and Grace doesn't mind the prep and clean-up if she gets to spend time with Carlee.
Grace was given a smartphone for emergencies, and she was hesitant about using it for anything but those. Her kids contacted her quite frequently, though, so she finally decided that she could start contacting the people she loved, meaning her children, of course, and Carlee. She checks on Carlee quite frequently, asking about her day and if she'd eaten at all. Carlee, in turn, reassures her that she has eaten. She also sends the different pictures she takes. Grace loves it when she gets those.
Grace is perplexed when she gets a text from Carlee saying she wants to take her out to dinner. Where would they eat? A park bench doesn't seem an appropriate place for a meal. She expresses her confusion to Carlee, who then tells her that they're going to a restaurant and that she'll be there to pick her up at six. Grace remembers hearing about those. She just got the ability to go outside fairly recently, and besides that, she just never felt the inclination to go to one when she can cook instead. She's conflicted but ultimately decides to go. She knows she should be skeptical, but she just can't bring herself to feel that way. She trusts Carlee, so she doesn't believe she has anything to fear.
Grace is waiting outside at a few minutes to six. She wears a yellow a-line skirt and a white blouse. Her hair sits in a bun, neatly on the top of her head. Carlee pulls up to the manor and she gets in the front seat, "Hello, darling," Grace greets, smiling. "Hey, hun." Carlee replies, "Sorry about the mess..." she says, gesturing to the backseat and the floor of the car. Grace acknowledged it, but she doesn't mind in the slightest. "That's quite alright," She says, putting her hand on Carlee's thigh as she drives, a display of affection taught to her by Diego.
It takes them just shy of 15 minutes to get to the restaurant. The sign above the door reads "Taste of Rome." Carlee links her arm with Grace's and leads her inside. Though it's small, it's quite a nice restaurant. Grace also observed it to be busy. Carlee luckily got a reservation, otherwise, they'd be looking at a wait of at least forty-five minutes. There's a small desk at the front to which Carlee walks up, explaining that they had a reservation. The hostess checks for their timeslot and leads them to a booth.
"This is quite nice of you," Grace says, taking in her surroundings. Carlee blushes, "Thank you. I just thought that you're always cooking, so I thought that maybe I could try to put something together for you." Grace smiles and smoothes out her skirt. "I'm afraid I've never done anything like this before." She confesses. Carlee perks up, "Oh, of course. In a bit, someone will come asking what we want to eat, and that's pretty much all you'll have to worry about tonight, I can take the check." If Grace could blush, she would. It takes her an uncharacteristically long time to come up with what to say next. They're thankfully saved by the waiter. He sets a basket of breadsticks down and asks what they'd like to drink. They both order water.
Grace doesn't need to eat, but she is equipped with a sack inside of her torso for food and drink, as well as something similar to taste buds. She figured it'd be rude not to eat, so she picks up a menu and starts browsing. She eventually decides on shrimp alfredo. She puts her menu down and listens intently as Carlee tells her about work.
The waiter comes back with their drinks and takes their orders. Carlee sighs and looks up at Grace, "Do robots feel love?" she asks quietly. It takes Grace a while to think about it. She was programmed with just about all the emotions a human can have, but love is hard to discern. After a minute she nods and says, "I think so." She takes Carlee's hand. Grace was created to be a caretaker and protector. How different is from those things is love?