sTorm [TOMTORD] ⚠️

5

Tom- Alright, but we'll continue this conversation later. *he said, stepping out of the car. Walking around with his hands in his pockets, opening the door to help Tord out.*

Tord- Thank you, Tom *he'd snicker.* we can talk about it IN the restaurant.

Tom- Well, it's just more of a personal matter, isn't it? * he said looking at Tord while walking into the restaurant.* We can talk here, however. *Tom looked over the restaurant, semi in awe.*

Tord- *Tord would laugh at Tom's amazement, so cute he'd think* Yeah, I eat alone here a lot, it's a really nice place. *He'd walk in leading Tom in*

Tom- Yeah. I... definitely noticed it's nice. *Tom said while still admiring the various pieces of decor.* Where do you get the money to go here?

Tord- I run many businesses *he'd reply quickly.* They all equally make a decent profit that allows me to afford places like these. *sighing, he'd walk up to reception and ask for a window seat.*

Tom- *He just followed Tord around while he got them a table. This was Tom's first time in such a fancy place, and he for sure didn't wanna break anything and make it his last. As well as Tords.*

Tord- Okay, Tom, the receptionist is bringing us to our table, we can go now. *He'd smile.*

Tom- *he nodded and followed the receptionist and Tord. Still being careful of the very expensive objects that were just strewn about. Tom felt the various looks and glances from the other restaurant patrons as he weaved through the tables. After all, he was wearing a bright blue hoodie. This made him visibly nervous.*

Tord- *He frequently glanced back at Tom noticeably until they reached their table, he sat down, took off his hoodie and tied it around his waist, wearing a black tank-top underneath. He leaned-in close to Tom and whispered,* I noticed a bunch of people were staring at me, I think it's because of my hoodie, too bright for a fancy restaurant like this.

Tom- *Tom let out a slight laugh.* Same here, *he said, taking off his hoodie, wearing a plain white tee.* I was getting hot anyway.

Tord- *He'd glance over Tom's body, taking note of it.* Well. *He said pulling up the menu,* What do you want? I might order the same thing I usually do. Their food is very good.

Tom- If I'm being completely honest, I'm not completely sure *He would say, glancing over the menu. He flicked through it some more*

Tord- You know, I feel like pigging out, if you just want to get a desert or something. *He'd smile warmly at Tom*

Tom- That's fine with me, I really just chose this place because it's better to talk at then a theater *Tom laughed* I wonder if they have smirnoff here.

Tord- So, what were we going to talk about? *He'd look up from the menu,* My parents, right?

Tom- Yeah, I think... I would really enjoy meeting them. But that's only if we can, of course! If you wanna.

Tord- I'd love for you two to meet. *He focused on the waiter who came up to them.* Ah, a peach and cream pie and fish platter, Tom *He'd look at Tom and smile,* What would you like?

Waitress- Of course *She'd write down this on the paper, turning her head to Tom and smiling.*

Tom- Oh, uhm. Do you have smirnoff? *Tom would ask the waitress.*

Waitress- Yep, is that all for you? *She'd patiently wait for Tom's answer

Tom- That and... the dessert crepes? *he'd look at Tord, and then back at the waitress*

Waitress- Okay, *She'd look down and scribble in her notepads.* I'll go get these for you.

Tord- Thank you. *Tord would smile.*

Tom- *He just watched as the waitress walked off.* So, how do you wanna tell Edd and Matt?

Tord- Oh, why should we bother? As of now, you don't need to focus on this worry. I could never think of anything, especially right now. *He sighed and looked up at Tom with sad eyes.* I think we should just outright tell them.

Tom- That would work. I just thought I should ask because earlier you said you wanted to, and figured we should both be on the same page when we tell them. *He smiled. Deep down, he was still worried. But he got a bit more confident when Tord had told him not to worry.*

Tord- I know, but, it's just so sad, thinking that our friends would ever do that to us. *He'd rub his eyes.* God, I'm starving. *He'd look back up to Tom.*

Tom- *He'd reach across the table and put his hand over Tords.* Yeah, same here.

Tord- *Tord would let out a prolonged sigh.* Doesn't it mean.. We're the bad guys? *His voice began to sound more frantic and agitated.* Doesn't it mean we don't trust them? People we've known.. Forever? Doesn't that.. Doesn't that make us bad? *His eyes were filled with sadness and a glint of absolute fear, sadly, of himself.*

Tom- No, of course not! *He looked Tord in the eyes.* It's like you said, they'll adapt. Don't beat yourself up over worrying. It's a natural thing.

Tord- *He stood up. And looked away from Tom.* I'm going to the bathroom..

Tom- *He was a little surprised by Tords sudden reclusivity.* Ok. I'll be right here. *He said, trying to joke and lighten the mood.*

Tord- *Tord didn't head to the bathroom, instead he hid, for around 5 minutes, to collect his thoughts, finally being able to go back to Tom.* Hey, Tom.

Tom- Hey Tord. *He was drinking what could only be assumed to be smirnoff. Yet, the food was still not there.* Didn't miss much. *Just looking at the drink, he patiently waited*

Tord- I'm sorry, Tom. *He sat down at the booth and stared at the drink.*

Tom- For? *He asked*

Tord- I don't know, I'm being.. *He'd trail off and never finish his sentence. The food had finally arrived.*

Tom- *He looked at Tord in confusion. Taking a bite out of his crepe, he'd ask* Are you okay?

Tord- *He'd stare down at his food answering Tom, occasionally taking a bite.* Yeah, I'm.. okay.

Tom- *He just stayed silent while eating. Occasionally, he would steal glances at Tord. He was wondering if Tord was ok. He was deeply worried.*