The Culinary Massacre

date tim

Husky pov

I hear a knock at the door and I rush to open it. It's Obama, in a suit. He looks hot.
"Hey, so, are you ready?" He asks, offering his hand.
"Indeed I am." I say taking it and closing and locking my door. He leads me to his car and opens the door for me.
I sit down. I'm definitely a passenger princess.
He gets in and starts driving and it's kind of awkward.
"So what music do you like?" He asks.
"Hmm...didn't Taylor Swift just drop a new song?" I ask.
"Wait, are you a Swiftie?" He asks, raising a brow.
"Uh yeah duh. She's awesome." I say turning towards him.
"Of course she is! Cornelius always makes fun of me for listening to her but honestly. She's great." He says. His voice is full of passion and he turns on Taylor Swift. Shake it off is playing and I do my little Shimmy in my seat. I always dance to this song in my room and jam out. I even perform concerts for my Edward poster.
"So, what's your favorite song of hers?" He asks.
"That's a tough one." I say, giving it some thought. Even though Shake it off is good it's not my favorite.
"Probably, You belong With Me." I say. "I can jam to that song all fucking day."
"Mine is most likely We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together."  He says.
"OK, that is such a basic answer." I said, rolling my eyes with a smile.
"OK, so was yours!" He yelled, in a nice, joking way though.
The songs gradually changed into Katy perry as we kept driving. It was nice but the restaurant was kind of far.
Then, all of the sudden, a car cut us off and he had to slam on the breaks. His hand clenched around the steering wheel and his face showed only anger.
"Dude, what the fuck?!" He yelled. He hit his horn and I flinched. I have a habit of flinching at loud noises. I'm quirky like that.
He turned to me with a concerned expression.
"Are you ok? You aren't hurt are you? I'm sorry I lost my temper." He said quickly, turning his eyes back to the road and placing his hand on my thigh. My breath hitched a bit.
"Y-yeah. I'm ok.." I said, voice wobbly. His. Hand. Is. On. My. Thigh. Omg.
"You sure? Your face is red and you sound scared." He asked one more time, taking his hand off.
"Yeah I'm sure. Just a little shocked." I said. I'm sad but relieved that his hand came off.
I swear I saw a little smirk on his face but if it were there it wasn't now. He just kept on driving till we pulled up to the restaurant. I gasped a bit. The building was huge. It was super fancy too. Velvet curtains and crystal chandeliers. Everyone was dressed to the nines and there was even a valet. We got out and Obama gave his keys to a young kid.
"Be careful. It's a Mercedes." He said, patting the kid on the back. I'm not a big car fan so I didn't know what type of car it was and I didn't pay attention to it.
He took my hand and guided me to the door.
"Reservation for.." He started.
"Obama sir. It's a pleasure to meet you sir. Thank you for serving our country with your presidency." The man behind the counter breathed out.
Obama chuckled a little.
"Right this way sir." He said, leading us into the restaurant. It was even nicer inside with marble counters and stained glass windows. There was a beautiful water feature and two levels in the restaurant. He led us to the second level at one of the nicest tables there. Obama has to be rich. I mean he was president but I feel out of place in some place this fancy.
We sat down and took our menus and the waiter quickly disappeared but another man took his place.
"Obama!" He said and Obama got up to hug him.
"Oh my goodness, Timothee Chalmette" Obama said, letting go of each other.
"I'm actually just the restaurant owner now." Timothee Chalmette said, looking at him.
"Who is this nice gentleman?" Timothee Chalmette said, shaking my hand.
"Oh my name is Husky, Uriel Husky." I said standing up. I didn't know what to do.
"But yeah. I decided to step down from all the fame and open this restaurant." He said putting his hand on the back of his neck.
"Well you did a very good job." I said.
"Thank you. Well I have to get back to work.
He said.
"Well it was nice talking to you." Obama said, sitting down as Timothy's Chalmettee walked away.
"He was nice." I said turning to talk to Obama.
"Yeah, but enough about him. So, how has your day been?" He asked. My cheeks went pink as I thought about Harry. I definitely couldn't tell him about that.
"It's been good. I had some company over earlier and they were nice." It wasn't a lie but it only told a bit of the truth.
"Family?" He asked.
"Yeah. So. um..how is Cornelius?" I asked. It's awkward.
"Oh he's wonderful. I took him to his club meeting earlier. He's really getting better though but he's still stressed about having a kid." Obama said.
"Oh, well tell him I hope everything goes well." I say.
"Oh I will but enough with the small talk. Tell me this, would you rather watch a comedy or horror movie?" He asks, being forward.
"Horror. Definitely." I say. I love horror movies.
"What's your favorite horror movie?" He asks.
"Hmm..probably the shining." I say. "It was the first one I've ever watched. What's your favorite movie?" I ask him.
"Miss.Peregrine's home for peculiar children. I love that movie." He says.
"Oh, Tim Burton right?"
"Yeah." He responds
Then the waiter comes up. He startles me a bit. It's almost like he just materialized.
"What can I get you gentlemen to drink?" He asks.
"Can I get a glass of champagne?" Obama asks, pointing at the drink menu.
"Of course. And for you, sir?" The waiter asks, looking at me.
"Can I get this red wine, please?" I ask, pointing to the menu like Obama did. I didn't want to get water to look cheap and I didn't want to get soda because it's a nice restaurant.
"Of course. I'll be back with your drinks and to take your order." He says before walking away.
"What are you going to get?" I ask.
"Most likely the chicken alfredo." Obama says. "How about you?"
"The filet mignon" I say. I love steak.
"Good choice. I hear it's really good but I'm more of a ribeye guy." He says smiling.
We continue to banter and fangirl over Taylor swift till our food arrives.
"Oh my God this looks delicious." I say when our food arrives. I got the filet mignon and a side of cheese mashed potatoes and green beans.
"Can't be better than your food though." Obama says absent mindedly. I smile and blush a bit before digging in