11/28 by uliaj06

fourteen

I've always pictured Lily Rose Depp as Aelin so the image above is her cooking HAHA

December 3

Thursday

"Hey, wanna come to lunch with me and Angie?" I ask Aelin who came back Tuesday. All is right in the world.

We're in my apartment, she's laying on her stomach at the end of my bed, her computer in front of her, looking over the photos on her camera. I'm leaning against my headboard on my phone as my tv plays in the background.

"Sure." She's fiddling with different buttons on her camera. "Where are we going?"

"It's the Italian restaurant, the one that has a brick wall."

"Oh! Is it the one that has the Tonnarelli?! That pasta with the cheese." She says enthusiastically. She's loved that pasta when we first went there.

"Yeah," I respond, smiling a little because of her reaction. Aelin is so fascinated by food. She does this thing where if she likes a certain food from a restaurant, she tries to recreate it. And she doesn't stop until she gets it right. It's like a game she likes to play.

"When are we going?" She's looking over the pictures she took in London. God, it's beautiful there. I hope to one day be able to go.

"Twelve. We have two hours." I open my messages to text Angie that Aelin's coming with us.

She texted me yesterday that she was in town, and wanted an update about the night with Tate.

She's "invested" and it's annoying.

She still thinks this will go somewhere.

Sure Angie, sure.

Maybe we'll be friends again. Who knows. Maybe if he'll stop being an asshole and get over himself, we'll be friends again. But, who knows.

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Angie made reservations since it's usually an hour's wait, and who'd want to wait that long?

I tell Aelin about Angie since she's only met her twice in the past two years. I think they'll get along well.

We drive in Aelin's white car. It's small but clean since she has a cleaning problem. It's usually only me or Cay that ride with her so there's no need for a bigger car.

It's December and it's freezing. Today's one of the warmer days, by warm, I mean it isn't snowing but it's still so fucking cold.

I'm wearing this dark green sweater with three large buttons, and black skinny jeans with a belt. Aelin's wearing a white turtleneck sweater, with light blue mom jeans.

A waiter with a clipboard comes and greets us as soon as we walk through the doors. I tell him Angie's name since we made the reservation under her name, and he points to the round table with three chairs in the corner.

I notice Angie isn't here yet but she's usually always late. Me and Aelin take a seat.

I take the seat with my back facing the window, and she takes the seat so that her back faces the brick wall.

I love this place. It smells of basil, garlic, different herbs, and faintly of grilled chicken and other meats. It smells amazing.

It has wooden floors, white walls, vintage chapel chairs, and rustic wooden cabinets filled with China. Baskets of bread and bowls of oranges are scattered around the room.

Dark brown stools, cream countertops, and shelves of wine and different alcohols.

As I grab the menu in front of me and start searching for what I want, I see a familiar figure sit down in the empty seat.

"Sorry I'm late." She huffs, her red hair perfectly messy, probably from rushing over here like we did since it's freezing outside.

I breathed a laugh. "It's fine, you aren't that late. Oh, this is Aelin. You've met before, but it's been a while."