TW: Panic Attack
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We both take a close look at the menu, deciding which food to order.
"This has to be the fanciest breakfast cafe I've ever seen." I point out.
"You've never been here?" Lorenzo questions,
"clearly not." I playfully roll my eyes. Lorenzo chuckles a little then starts looking back at the menu.
"I know what I want." I say,
"oh yeah? What would that be?" He questions.
"The pink swirl pancakes with a vanilla shake." I smile. Not even a second after I said what I wanted, the waiter came by to take our order.
"What would you two like today?" He asks as he picks up his pen from his apron.
"Can I have a pink swirl pan-"
"Amora you're not getting that." Lorenzo cuts me off.
"Huh? Why not?" I ask him.
"It has strawberries." He says.
"No, it doesn't? I checked." I state.
"Well, you didn't check properly." Lorenzo tells me.
"I don't see it." I roll my eyes. Lorenzo brings his menu up to me and points to the ingredients.
"See, strawberries, smartass." He proves his point. He brings the menu back to himself. "And you don't even carry an EpiPen to protect you. You're so careless, Amora." He says.
"We'll take a few more minutes," Lorenzo says to the waiter. He nods and makes his way out.
"See you're not careful, you're careless." Lorenzo scoffs. "You should carry an EpiPen. I mean just in case." Lorenzo adds on.
"Maybe." I mutter. "Then I'll just take banana pancakes, with a vanilla shake." I say after deciding again.
"Wait, let me double-check."
"Lorenzo"
"Amora."
The waiter came by once again, "ready to go?" He asks.
"Yeah." I say. "One banana pancake with a vanilla shake, and one blueberry pancake with a chocolate shake" Lorenzo orders for us.
"You don't seem like a chocolate guy." I mumble.
"You seem like a vanilla girl." Lorenzo replies.
We both close our menus up. Since it wasn't too busy we received our food pretty fast. "Thank you." I say as the waiter slides my food to me.
He nods and walks away. Lorenzo grabs his fork and starts to eat. My eyes travel over to him. I and I smile a little.
"What?" Lorenzo questions me.
"Oh, nothing." I say grabbing my fork and using it to cut my pancake, so I can eat it.
"Amora what?" Lorenzo asks one more time.
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RomanceMafia • Amora Dior is an 18 year old who was sent to a boarding school for 'bad kids' for something she was never to blame for. She has lost all hope in life, and her parents give zero shit about her. What happens when she meets Lorenzo Romano, an...
