love

[ two ]

Apparently, Adrian is serious about the not-formal-attire-on-a-formal-restaurant date.

The moment he parked in front of the restaurant, I felt conscious. Everybody was wearing formal dresses and suits and here we are, going to this place as if we are just teenagers who want to watch the movies in the theatres.

Adrian is not your typical cliché boyfriend who would give you flowers and treat you like a princess. He's the perfect package; enemy, best friend, and lover. He's perfect for me. And he would really treat you like a best friend, teasing you and stuff, so it's normal that he didn't open the door for me. He knows I hate clichés. And the fact that he hates them too makes it a lot more perfect.

Adrian got off the car and so did I, and we both smiled at each other before we closed the doors. He locked it, and draped his arm on my shoulder.

"So, Mini Mia," he teased. "Race to the front of the restaurant?"

I laughed at his childishness. "And let ourselves look stupid? Why not?"

He laughed with me and before I even figured it out, we were running towards the front door of the restaurant. We'll go inside the restaurant with tiresome faces, but we couldn't care less. This was our time--and we'll make the most of it.

We reached the front door in no time, and we didn't even let the usher open the front door for us. We just raced inside the restaurant with big smiles plastered on our exhausted yet gleeful faces. The usher looked at us horribly and cleared his throat. "Any reservations, sir?"

Adrian imitated the way the usher cleared his throat, and in a deep, fake voice, he said; "Yes, a reservation for me, Mr. Bieber. It's a table for two."

The usher looked at him weirdly and I must admit, I was taken by what he said too. And yes I told you, Adrian is not cliché. In fact, he is a total weirdo. The usher glanced at his notebook and then looked glumly at the standby usherettes that are lined horizontally beside him. "Amanda, please take sir, um, Justin Bieber to his table."

I faked a cough to cover up the laugh I cannot refrain. A brunette girl who looked at us weirdly a while ago, smiled. "Follow me, sir and madam."

Amanda began walking, with Adrian and I following her. In hoarse yet chuckling whispers, I started a conversation with him. "Since when did you, Adrian Stone, become Justin Bieber?"

He pretended to think for a while. "Since yesterday, when I planned for this humor, Mia Drennan."

"You know you're insane, right?" I told him.

He just smirked. "That's why you love me and my oh-so-down-to-earth humor."

I laughed and pecked his cheek. "Yeah, whatever."

He pretended to look disgusted at what I did. "Did you just kiss me?"

"Well, I guess I did." I said, crossing my arms and sticking out my tongue.

"You'll get sweeter kisses than that later, young lady." He smiled, briefly nuzzling on my neck.

"Isn't it oh-let's-just-insert-a-dumb-adjective," I said. "Because we're having a date today and yet Valentine's is tomorrow?"

He looked at me and gave me a Cheshire cat worthy grin. "We are not cliché. We won't go on a restaurant for valentines and bore ourselves with old-looking people around us. Tomorrow is an adventure."

Amanda stopped on one table and looked at us. "Sir Justin, this is where I leave you. A waiter will soon arrive to take your order."

Adrian cleared his throat again. "Thank you." He said in the deep voice he used a while ago.