We meet again

Part 27

Blossom POV:

My sisters and I had decided to fly. After many protests from Buttercup, saying how the dress was too short, or it was too twirly, or that the wind would pick it up, or blah blah blah, we finally convinced her that it would be okay. However then Bubbles was complaining about her hair getting messed up and how it took her two hours to get it straightened. She looked different with straight hair instead of curly. It extended all the way down to the middle of her stomach.

Okay... between you and me, was Buttercup acting weird? Like, Bubbles and I went to pick her up and she was acting like we'd caught her with her hand in the cookie jar. And then she was all dazed and had a whole deer-in-headlights look. Did something happen?

"We're here!!!" Bubbles shouted as we touched down. She hooked her arms through mine and Buttercups, then started to drag us inside.

The place smelled amazing. Looked even better. It was one of those real fancy looking restaurants. Circular tables fitted with a white tablecloth. Dimly lit lights, practically the only light source at the table being lit candles. A dome shaped ceiling painted in a mural of the forest. A big crystal chandelier hanging in the center, twinkling like a star as the firelight flickered off it.

"Hello," A lady walked over and stood at the podium. "Reservation or walk in?"

"We're here for Utonium." The professor had always used his last name for reservations and packages and such. Made it easier to find him, he said.

"Ahh," She grabbed three menus then smiled. "Follow me."

So we did. We followed her to the table, and she sat our menus down. Curtsied then left.

When we got to the table though, the professor was in the middle of a phone call. It looked really important too. He appeared to be sweating and pulling his hair out. "You're sure?" He glanced in our direction.

Bubbles sat down, and I did too. I glared at Buttercup to have her sit, but she was busy standing staring into space. She had three fingers a butterfly touch on her bottom lip.

Was was going on with her?

"Alright. The girls are here, so I'm gonna have to call you back later." The professor took his seat and sighed. "I know... I'm worried too. Okay. Yes. Mhm. Great. We'll discuss this later." And with that he hung up and instantly smiled at us like nothing was wrong.

It was probably work related.

"Hello, girls!" He grabbed his cloth napkin and folded it on his lap. "Eugene's here. He got lost on his was to the bathroom and stumbled upon a pretty waitress."

"Of course," Bubbles giggled.

The professor gasped. "Buttercup in a... dress? What a rare sight to see."

That seemed to of snapped her out of her thoughts. "Huh?" She looked down, eyes wide. "Oh! Right!" To which she then quickly sat down. "I, eh, Lost a bet of sorts."

"With Butch, right?" I questioned, even though I already knew the answer.

Her cheeks turned pink ever so slightly. "Eh, umm... yeah." What the heck?