Ethereal

Plume (pt. 1)

"You. Look. SO HOT." Yells Cecilia.

You're FaceTiming her while you get ready for your third date with Spencer. You two had gone dress shopping yesterday because you didn't have a dress suitable for a night at the museum. You were looking for hours until you found the perfect one. It's a beautiful emerald color with a thigh high slit. The straps are thin, and the v-neck shows off your cleavage slightly. You're wearing a pair of three inch black heels with a handbag to match. You put on a little more makeup then usual, wanting to look nice for Spencer and yourself. You put on mascara, concealer, and a darker lip tint. You finish the look with a little bit of eyeliner and some highlighter.

"Thanks. I definitely feel hot, I haven't dressed up this much since my sisters wedding." You say. You keep adjusting your dress wanting to look perfect. You want this night to be a memorable one.

"You never told me where you and Spencer are going." She says. "Is it somewhere nice?"

You nod and smirk a little bit.

"Yeah. I uh- I got reservations at Plume."

Cecilia literally gasps at the words that just came out of your mouth.

"Y/N, WHAT?" She looks excited and totally shocked.

Plume is one of the nicest restaurants in DC. It's known for its fantastic service and delicious food, but It's almost impossible to get reservations. Luckily the manager's mom is a patient at the clinic you work for, so you landed a table last minute.

"I know right? It's unbelievable." You say. "I kind of have an in with the manager."

"Wow. A national museum curator, the manager of one of the nicest restaurants in DC, and an FBI agent?" Says Cecilia. "You are quite the spectacle y/n."

"I guess I'm pretty impressive." You say jokingly. You grab your handbag, your phone, and Spencer's jacket. You were in such a rush the last time you forgot to bring it to him. He didn't mind one bit.

"Ok, I gotta go. Wish me luck." You say.

"Good luck, I love you!" She yells as you hang up. You get into your car slowly, making sure you keep your dress looking nice. You drive to the restaurant hoping to get there before Spencer. He doesn't know that you're going to such a nice restaurant. You just gave him the address and told him to dress up. You can't wait to see him.

You get to the Jefferson Hotel at around 6:20- perfect. You have 10 minutes before Spencer arrives. You walk into the lobby and marvel at the perfectly detailed columns and tiles. There's long, deep red curtains and luscious green plants. You get to the entrance of the restaurant and peek inside. It smells delicious.

"How may I help you ma'am?" Says the host.

"Reservation for y/n y/l/n." You say. He looks at the iPad in front of him.

"Party of two?"

"Yes."

He leads you inside and you admire the decor. There's a huge white fireplace lit in the back with a gold mirror hanging over it. The gold sconces on the walls fill the room with a warm glow, and the tables are set with brown tablecloths that match the cushioned chairs. The host leads you to a small table with a view of the fireplace, but not so close that you feel it's warmth. You sit down and he hands you a menu, laying the second one on the seat across from you. You thank him and open it.

You knew that this place was expensive, but wow. Their cheapest appetizer is $50. You give a little sigh, but you want to repay Spencer for the fantastic second date. It's not like you'll go bankrupt. You continue to look over the menu, smelling the food from the kitchen. You're so hungry.