Ethereal Madness

Chapter 50- Unlikely Bond

I gazed up at the large red sign floating above my head:

'Red Robin'

Yum! Miss Mya hummed.

I frowned.

What? Miss Mya cried. It's mandatory to say it, you know. Like a universal rule. Ordained by the goddesses.

Do you hear what you're saying right now? I asked.

What part of what I said was wrong? She challenged me.

I swear I could see the smug grin on her face.

All of it, I said.

Oh don't be such a bore. Lighten up. Have fun. Be a little stupid. Live a little.

I'll consider that after I solve any of my problems, I answered.

I magically felt happier and an image of Miss Mya grinning plagued my mind.

That's...annoying.

I turned my focus back to the restaurant.

I wonder how this is going to go. Who knows, maybe something I want will actually work out for once.

I walked inside and up to the podium, where a red headed girl wearing a black shirt with the Red Robin logo stood.

"Hello!" She greeted me cheerily with a wide smile, revealing her dimples. "Just one?"

"Actually, I have a friend already back there. Oh, umm, the name should be under Arthur."

She studied the sheet of paper in front of her.

"Hmm. Yes! Go on ahead. He should be to the second booth on the right."

"Thank you," I said.

I walked a little, admittedly not knowing where she pointed to but too stubborn to ask for assistance.

"Arthur," the familiar voice kicked me out of my thoughts.

I looked to my right. There was the infamous gang leader himself, dressed in a plain blue tee with a dark gray jean jacket.

"Hey," I sat down across from him and glanced down at the white and red menu "Have you been here long?"

Quese shrugged. "Not long."

I let out a sigh of relief. "Cool. I hoped I wasn't too late."

"Been here maybe a few minutes."

"I practically ran out the shower," I laughed.

"I noticed." He said, pointing at his head. "Your hair is still wet."

"Seriously?" I felt my hair and frowned. "Eh, I let it air dry most of the time anyway."

"What'd you do today?" He asked.

"Umm...I guess you could say I was working out."

His eyes left the menu and he looked shocked.

"You work out?" He asked.

"Is it that shocking?" I frowned.

"You don't really strike me as a person who cares about fitness. Then again, it's not like I know anything bout you."

"No, you're right," I admitted. "I don't care about getting in shape. I just didn't want Tucker to pass me up too much."

"I don't think it's smart to try keeping up with him," he said. "That guy's a m—."

"Hello!" I perky brunette interrupted him. "My name is Michelle and I'll be your server today. Can I start you off with some drinks?"

"Raspberry lemonade?" I said.