Cracked | BoomerNA ✔️

[ 049 ]

[ 049 - Sparkling Water ]
( Word Count - 1068 )
- Written on December 14th 2021 -
• Unedited Because Don't Kill Me •

My head spins slightly as I look at the menu and all of the options, half of them being in a language which I don't understand. I know a few words in French but when Boomer had told me to get dressed because we were going out for a fancy dinner I didn't expect him to take me to such a fancy place. My eyes go out the window which we are sitting by and I tilt my head slightly to see the pretty view of the sun setting outside of my window.

"I have literally no idea how to read this." I hear Boomer say and I turn my attention back to him as he breaks the silence which had been filled by the classical music. We were both dressed up more then we had been on the night that we had gone out with Punz and Sam but we were looking more rich and fancy rather then sexy and smooth then we had that night. I look back at the menu as he lays it on the table with a confused look in his eyes and when I meet his gaze we both almost break into giggles about how weird it is to be out in this rich fancy restaurant while being most definitely the youngest couple here by a lot.

"Me neither." I admit with a small giggle as I lay my menu down as well, my fingers tracing the edge as I try to read the words that had been printed out so neatly in fancy cursive. I stop on a part and try to process the word, knowing that I should probably know it. "I think that says steak?" I tell him with a small inelegant shrug as I glance between Boomer and the cursive word that reads off as bifteck.

"You don't sound so sure." He calls me out on my lack of knowledge on French and I shoot him a glare across the table as I silently try to translate the rest of the words on the menu, not doing too well. He grins a little and I roll my eyes just enough for him to see before I decide to respond to his smart ass.

"Because I'm not." I tell him honestly and he sighs, his eyes going to the menu before he looks at me again with confusion in them. I tilt my head to the side slightly, confused as to what he could be wondering and after a few seconds be opens his mouth to state his mind.

"I thought you did Italian in high school." The man across from me asks and I laugh a little at the comment then look at him, realizing that he was being serious. I pause for a second and give him a look before signing a little and going to correct him.

"That is French, Boomer." I tell him because while I had in fact taken Italian when I was in college or what Americans would consider high school, I learned some French. I mean I had to for a big school trip to Paris where I hung out with a bunch of my closest friends before I ended up being forced to move schools with Tommy due to us getting a new home.

"No it's not." Boomer says as his eyes go back down to the menu which is on the table and I have to keep myself from laughing as he turns his head slightly. It's almost as if he were trying to figure it out by simply turning his head.

"I'm positive it is." I say with a small giggle and put my hand in front of his menu so he can't see it anymore. He looks up at me and gives me a very fake glare which makes me grin even more then I had been already.

"Hello," I jump a little and look over seeing that a man had approached us while we had been messing around. He gives us both a smile and a nod as we look to him and I notice that he is dressed up really nice and seems around our age with a notepad in his hands. "Can I get you two anything to drink?" He asks, looking between the two of us and confirming my thoughts on how he probably worked here. I give him a small nod and look to Boomer as I wait for him to speak first.

"We are both underaged." Boomer says to the guy who simply raises an eyebrow at us both, as if that meant nothing and he waited for one of us or both of us to give him an answer on what we were going to drink.

"Do you having sparkling water?" I ask the man  with a smile on my face and he quickly returns it, clearly thankful to have someone give him a straight answer.

"Yes," The man says as he looks between the two of us, scribbling down the few words in his notebook before shutting it and giving me another smile which I easily return. "One bottle coming right up." He adds with a smile on his face, clearly noticing that I was ordering a drink for both of us as of the moment.

"Thank you." I say and watch as he walks away. I grin a little and tilt my head to Boomer once the dude is out of sight who gives me an amused look in return which makes me giggle a little under my breath.

"Sparkling water?" He repeats with a small laugh, clearly finding me ordering one of the only alcoholic free beverages funny. I roll my eyes because I don't exactly want to be arrested for underaged drinking here in the United States. I personally think it's very funny that we can drink so young in the UK yet here it's so much older and as a full adult.

"Let me feel rich." I tell him with a small glare and he makes a face.

"You literally make,"

"Shut." I tell him, cutting him off from revealing how much money I make through everything I do and he laughs a little as the man brings us back a bottle of sparkling water along with two champagne glasses.