Project V (Clementine X Male Reader Book 4)

Food

The Chaperone pulls into a parking lot. The restaurant is not packed by any means, but there are people inside. It looks like a fast-food restaurant, although you thought fast-food restaurants were mostly just get in get out. This looks like you can only dine inside.

Brooklyn: Is this place any good?

Chaperone: It's about as good as you're going to get nearby.

Yeah, logically, it doesn't make sense to set up a super fancy restaurant near a town. It makes more sense to be in and around a city.

Brooklyn: You can't take us super far away.

Chaperone: No. You'll be going to a fancy establishment tomorrow with Y/N's family, from what I've heard.

You: Oh.

Chaperone: Before you go there, I'll inform you that they do like both of you. No problems should arise.

Brooklyn: Should.

Chaperone: I have a hard time believing anyone likes you.

You: Damn.

Brooklyn: Ouch, that really hurt. After all the good things I've done for you since we landed.

Chaperone: Go eat so we can get back to the hotel, and I can be rid of you for at least a few hours.

Brooklyn: Fine, but I'll remember this.

The two of you get out and start your short trek to the building.

Brooklyn: I wonder what they have here.

You: Junk food.

Brooklyn: Probably, but how much junk food do we get to eat normally? I think it'll be fine if we lighten up a little and have some while we're here.

You: I guess.

Brooklyn: Oh! We can have some chocolate milk.

You: You really like chocolate milk.

Brooklyn: Bro, I can't get enough of it!

You open the door for her. It dings as you do. An alert bell so people know that you're coming in. You don't like that, but you have to remember you're perfectly safe.

Brooklyn: Do we just sit somewhere?

She whispers so no one can hear her.

You: I think so. Pick somewhere.

She leads you to the back, somewhere separated from everyone else. You get a few glances as you walk through. She sits on the other side of the table from you.

Brooklyn: Did you see how that one guy looked at us?

You: I don't really care. If they wanted to try something, we could kick their asses, easy.

Brooklyn: I'm not worried about that. I think he knows us. He saw us, his eyes got big, and then he looked away.

You: Maybe he thought you looked good.

Brooklyn: Probably, I'm fucking gorgeous.

You: Alright, calm down.

Brooklyn: What, are you saying I'm not?

You: Fucking disgusting.

Brooklyn: Woah, woah, woah.

You: I'm kidding.

Waitress: Hi, welcome. What could I get you guys to drink today?

Brooklyn: Chocolate milk.

Waitress: Ok, and for you?