Lemongrass and Sleep (On Hold)

4 Cake and Cars

Remy POV

I'm really enjoying this date. Lizzie is a really nice person. I can't distrust anyone who knows about this place. I swear they have the best Ravioles (ravioli) in the world. And the broccoli was so buttery. Ay dios mio (oh lord) it's so good. Almost as good as this date. Almost.

I can't remember laughing so much. I swear my face is gonna hurt in the morning from all the smiling from this dinner. I must be sondriendo como una tonta (smiling like a fool) but I can't help it. I am having the time of my life. I'm going to be thanking Nadia for the rest of my life for this. Even if she doesn't call me, I will still have had this great time.

It was finally time for dessert and they brought out the dessert menu. They had cake! They chocolate, carrot, coconut, and even cheesecake. I have to remember I wanted to leave Lizzie with a buena imresion (good impression). I don't want her thinking I'm an animal. So I politely asked for a slice of coconut cake and ate it with pride and good posture. But inside I was screaming because cake is the very reward of my existence. The world may be a horrible place, but at least there's cake. I have yet to run into a problem cake can't fix. Anyways enough with the cake and back to focusing on my very beautiful date.

"So when I was younger my sisters were obsessed with learning to braid hair. I was always the victim to the learning process. I constantly had my hair braids, and it wasn't good yet. But then jokes on them because after they got good at it I wouldn't let them stop. But they were good about being patient with me."

"Sounds nice. I had to learn how to braid by myself. I did the same thing to my sister but because she begged me to. She hated having long hair but she also refused to cut it. I don't know what went through ten year old Ro's head. Anyway she was always happy with the way I did her hair if it was at least out of her face." I hesitate before asking, "Hey do you know anything about cars?"

"Well it depends. What kind of cars are we talking about? Getting them to work again or being obsessive with all kinds of makes and models? Because I know a lot about the engine and getting things to work but I can't tell you random stuff about any kind of car." Lizzie responds.

"I was just wondering because my cars really old and so I had to learn how to work on my feet when it came to popping the hood and working on Mister Bail."

"You named your car?" Lizzie asks with an amused smile.

I stick my chin up high and say, "Yes I did. I named him after I found out that my father only had him to get back on my mom's good side. He didn't stay there long but still. It was his bail with my mother."

"My SUV is name Savannah because they both have S and V, so I'm not judging at all. I do think I have yet to find someone who has a male car. As bad as that sounds."

I frown. "Now that I think about it neither have I." That's just wrong. Lo juro por dios (I swear to god) this world is going to hell.

"Oh my god is that the time?" Lizzie says after looking at her phone. "I promised my friends I'd be back by 11:00 and it's 12:34." she says calling the waiter over to pay the check.

"Do you wanna split it?"

She shakes her head with a smile. "You can get it next time."

I eye her before getting out the pre-written paper I had with my number on it just in case the date went well. "I'm holding you to that Miss Olsen. You can't lie on a first date. It's really bad luck."

Lizzie gives the waiter an extra ten dollars for a tip before heading out to the parking lot. "Bye Remy. I'll be texting you soon." She sends me a wink before getting into her shiny black SUV. Wait no Savannah.

This certainly was a good time. The best I've had in the first time in forever. The best time I've had ever.

Lizzie POV

Oh my god I can't believe the night is over. I look at the piece of paper that had Remy's number on it. I smiled at it before tucking it in my pocket and starting my car. It seems like a completely different world when I drove here thinking I was going to regret it.

I turn on the radio and put on the music as a background noise for my thoughts. There were several things on my mind.

I was thinking about what exactly I would be telling Scarlet and Alex, the gossiping hens.

I was thinking about the next weeks worth of filming.

And I was thinking about Remy. Her smile, her laugh, the way she fidgeted with her hair when she was listening really intently. How excited her face got when the cake arrived to our table. The crease in between her eyebrows when she was thinking really deeply. I'm not typically an observant person but not a single thing escaped my notice tonight.

I realize this is my first actual relationship with a woman. The press hasn't caught scent of my sexuality. I don't know if I want to come out but I also don't wanna have to keep Remy in the closet with me. I wanna be able to go on a date with her without worrying if someone with a camera is within three feet of me. This is what I hated about being in the spotlight. I didn't have an option besides living in the shadows. Of course unless I didn't want to have a life of any kind that wasn't a public domain.

I set my car on cruise because my mind is way too occupied to be able to pay the attention required for not speeding.

Word count: 1030

A/N I'm sorry that this isn't very good. I'm really tired but I wanted you guys to have something to read. I love you all and thanks for reading and voting. Mwah, Sarri