Hope's Romance (On Hold Until Jan)

~Chapter Fifteen

Hey guys, within this chapter is something i feel stongly about. it may make you go " what the actual hell does this have to do with this story" but trust me, it all works out, enjoy! and go check out "Same love" by macklemore if you havnt already, its a great song.

We finally made it to the restaurant at 7:30 after the numerous trips around the roundabout, hanging out the windows and showing off my new car. To say I was excited was an understatement. Between the looks of awe and horror of us hanging out the windows- us meaning myself and Paris, Marcus sat in the front with his hands in his lap, trying not to smile but he eventually cracked- we ended up getting the attention of everyone walking in the street. We got out of the car in a nice way, not climbing out the windows dukes of hazard style and walked towards the restaurant.  I grabbed the keys and put the button over my shoulder and pressed it, effectively locking it like they do in the movies. Everyone stopped and watched as we walked thinking we were movie stars or something.  Marcus was a gentleman and opened the door for us, and we walked inside. Immediately a lady and man quickly walked over to us, escorting us to a table for four. Of course, if we were to come in simple clothes we would have only got one person.  Our drinks were simple, a bottle of champagne.

“So you guys are underage” Marcus started “But, because we are in NY I’ll let it slip, Paris if you get drunk im leaving you here” I laughed, I guess alcohol didn’t affect me anymore.

“You are one awesome teacher” Paris stated. After the drinks were sorted we ordered, with Marcus and I having a small dish of pasta and Paris going for steak and pork ribs and chips. Throughout dinner we made small talk and waited for Paris to finish her strawberry cheese cake for desert. A sense of utter devastation and anger washed over me, yet I couldn’t work out why? I was perfectly happy. I looked over at Marcus to see if he knew what was wrong.

‘Those emotions you are feeling, they are not yours’ he said to me, and so what was wrong with Marcus. He must have saw my face change and guessed my next question ‘They are not mine; remember how I have a gift? This is yours, look around, someone is upset’ I looked around to see most couples sitting down at their tables eating and chatting quietly. I saw two males being escorted out.

‘We were simply holding hands, stupid blonde cow’

‘Come on, it’s not a big deal, let’s just leave and go home’

They could hear each other which is amazing! But now that I know what had happened I was furious. I got out of my seat and stood up, and walked over to them. I was counting to 10 to calm myself down I was that furious.

“What seems to be the problem here?” I asked one of the staff members, who now looked petrified. Yes, you picked on the wrong couple on the wrong night.

“They… They were holding hands!” she exclaimed, and I listened as her voice changed at hands, as if she hadn’t seen such a thing and it was contagious.

“And?” I asked with a flat tone. The couple just stopped and watched, with an unreadable expression on their faces.

“That is not acceptable in my restaurant, I will not have it.” By now over half the store was watching, and I looked down at her name badge to see she was the manager, lovely.

“Yo Paris, come over here!” I sung out, and she looked around to see where I was, frowned and got out of her seat to make her way over to me. When she was in within arm’s reach I took her hand in mine and sent her a look that said ‘Go with it’. I turned back to the lady to see she was torn, not knowing what to do, and she was also furious.

“Are you going to kick me out?” I asked.

“Uhh. Uhh. No?” she said more of a question.

“So, you are going to kick them out, but not me? Why is that?” I was getting angry again, how dare she discriminate.