"She's dead!"

Chapter Three: The King of Burgers

We finally arrived at the restaurant. Callum got out of the car; and just as I was about to open the car door in order to do the same, he opened it for me. "Such a gentleman!" I purred as I got out. Ha, gentle!

As I got out of the car, he took me by the hand and began to lead me towards the restaurant. Again, he opened the door for me, as I stepped inside. It was beautiful - it was so beautiful. Peaceful and elegant - like something out of a rom-com. We continued walking into the restaurant and we were greeted by warm smiles and friendly hosts. We got to the podium where the captain was standing. Callum spoke to the captain in French "Bonsoir! Je ai une réservation pour deux à 8:25pm. Callum Bisset est mon nom." he said, so smoothly. He knew all the tricks, he knew exactly how to impress me.

The captain replied "Bonsoir monsieur Bisset , une belle serveuse va vous montrer à votre table." I had no idea what either of them said, since I took Spanish at school - not French, but after they spoke a waitress did approach us and showed us to our table ... so I guess he said something to do with that. We got to the table, he pulled out my chair and we sat down. Our waitress immediately handed us two menus - she then told us she'd be back soon to see if we were ready to order.

The menu was packed full of exquisite French cuisine. Everything sounded amazing. Although there was so much on the menu, it took me no time at all to decide what I wanted to eat. I chose a Veal Fricassee - which is, in laymen's terms, a white beef, mushroom and vegetable stew. Callum ordered the Coq Au Vin - which is, in laymen's terms, a chicken casserole cooked in red wine with mushrooms and Lardon. The waitress came back to take our orders, she wrote them down and collected our menus. Callum spoke to her in French "Merci beaucoup, pourrions-nous avoir aussi une bouteille de votre meilleur vin rouge." When he spoke French, I swear I could've melted.

She nodded at Callum, rolled her eyes at me and proceeded to say "Autre chose?". I didn't need a translation to know that she was not exactly pleased to see me there with Callum that evening. Callum saw the waitress' sly eye roll, and he became just as displeased as she was. "No." he replied, shooing her away.

When the waitress had left the table, Callum and I began to converse. "I'm sorry Tahlia." he said, glumly. I looked up at him and replied, "For what exactly? It's not your fault our waitress is a bitch.". He grinned at me and rubbed my knee with his hand underneath the table. He then stoop up and walked around to my side of the table. He crouched down beside me, I could feel the whole restaurant glaring at us. He whispered in my ear, "Let's fuck off out of here.". Without any hesitation, I leapt out of my seat and followed Callum out of the door. He would never be able to show his face at that restaurant again, but yet, he saw me being badly treated and did something about it. That was the moment I knew. That was the moment I knew, he was going to be the guy I married. He was the one.

We ran over to the car, almost as if we were racing. When we got to the car, he once again opened the door for me and closed it after I got into the car. He sat down in the driver's seat beside me and gripped my hand incredibly tight. We sat in silence for a moment, before our eyes interlocked. He slowly leaned towards me, tempting me, encouraging me. All I wanted to do was eat his face. No. He placed a soft kiss on my right cheek and started up the car. I had never felt so desperate. "Where are we going?" I asked, with a yawn.

"Somewhere fancy.", he whispered seductively. I had no idea what that meant, but I was excited. After a 6 minute drive, we pulled up outside a Burger King. "A Burger King? This is fancy?" I glared at him and yelled in disbelief.

"Yes, this is my palace. I am the King of burgers Tahlia!" He exclaimed as his eyes lit up.

"So that must make me the queen?" I rubbed his knee as I enquired.

"You're not just the Queen of burgers baby girl, you're my Queen - full stop!" he uttered.

I had to do it! I had to kiss him. I grabbed his face, looked him straight in the eye and softly placed my lips upon his.

Honestly, that was the first kiss of my life that actually felt real. The first kiss that gave me butterflies, the kiss I had hoped would develop into something more. I knew he felt the same way, I could feel it. I could feel the warmth from his heart as I ate his face, and fulfilled the one desire I had had since the start of the night.

I was smitten, after one date, I was smitten. I had never been smitten after one date! I suppose if it'd stayed that way, if I had resisted his charms, I wouldn't be in this position now. I wouldn't feel the way I feel.

That was only the beginning, because I was slowly - very slowly - but surely falling in love with him. I was falling in love with 'The King of Burgers', and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. Absolutely...

NOTHING.