We pulled into the small drive way of a tiny Chinese restaurant. The words were unidentifiable so I wasn't able to read what it said. Marshall got out of the fancy black Maserati and went to the passenger side to let me out.
"Thank you, you're such a gentleman" I said with a grateful smile. I pushed the hair out of my face.
"It's what I do, you're welcome". He said giving me his hand. Marshall and I walked hand in hand into the small restaurant. Even though it was the second time we've ever met I didn't find it at all strange.
The Chinese place looked small on the outside but was quite big on the inside. It was nice with a variety of reds, blacks, and white. The table and chairs were set up nicely making the place look very uniform. Marshall and I were sat down at a table next to a window, the natural light hit Marshall's face perfectly. I looked at him for a few seconds before I turned my attention to the menu.
"So what do you think so far?" Marshall questioned me with a smile. He flipped his feathery black hair away from his eyes.
"It's actually really nice here" I said looking back at him.
"Just wait until you taste their food, it's great. I eat here all the time."
"Really?" I asked with an intrigued tone.
"Yeah, I've been going here ever since I was little. My dad would take my mom and I here all the time. We usually would come here right before his big trips where he would be gone for weeks at a time." Marshall was looking out the wind rubbing the back of his neck. He seemed like he was having a bitter sweet moment.
"What did your dad do for a living?" I asked waiting for him to look back at me.
"Well he was and still is a businessman. He had to do a lot of traveling though because he was one of the big bosses." He turned his face back towards me and gave me a small smirk.
"My dad is the owner of Hooters" I said kind of embarrassed.
"Is that why you work there?" Marshall asked seemingly interested. He put his elbow on the table and set his hand on his fist.
"Yeah but I don't want to work there. I'm being forced to by my dad because its a generation thing. The men in our family get the business passes down to them but the women in our family get to work there. It really sucks because I want to go find a job somewhere else." I fiddled with the ends of my long blonde hair, and looked at the menu once more.
"Then why don't you?" Marshall asked in confusion. He had a dumbfounded look on his face. I looked up.
"I can't, I already talked to my dad about it he won't allow it. If I stop working there he won't help me pay for my apartment." I said with a sigh. "I think it's really stupid, but a job is a job so what are you gonna do, ya know?" Just before Marshall could answer a short chinese women dressed in traditional clothing walked up to our table. She had long black hair with pink and red flowers in it, she looked like she was at least twenty two. He face was made up with the traditional geiusha makeup. With her thick chinese accent she began to speak.
"Hello and welcome, I am your waitress today. You ready for me to take order?" The kind woman pulled out her pen and paper, she waited very patiently.
"Yes" Marshall said with a smile. "We would like orange chicken, fried rice, mongolian beef, and beef and shrimp." He practically ordered everything I wanted. I was surprised that he seemed to know me with out even trying.
"You want eggroll too?" The women asked still writing everything down.
"Yes please" Marshall said very politely. The women wrote that down too, she took our menus and left.
"What about our drinks" I asked.
"They give us a traditional tea with our food. It's really good, but if you don't like it I can always order you something else." I just nodded at him. We waited for our food without words. We would look at each other once in awhile, smile at each other or giggle. It didn't matter, it still felt like communication.
The small chinese women returned with our food, she set everything on the table in a uniform way. Once she was finished she bowed for us and then walked away.
An hour later we finished eating, it was only about three. Marshall paid for the bill and then we left. I sat in Marshall's car with the window down taking in the air and the scenery that zoomed by. We drove around town a few hours before Marshall finally took me home.
It was eleven o'clock when Marshall arrived at my apartment. It was quite dark outside but I didn't mind because I had such a wonderful day. Marshall walked me to my apartment door with my hand in his.
"Thanks for taking me out Marshall, I had a lot of fun". I gave him a genuine smile.
"You're welcome, anytime. I really enjoyed being with you. He smiled back at me. He undid his hand from mine. He looked at me one last time before walking away. I unlocked my apartment door and walked in. I went to my room to change and go to bed. I layed in bed with one thing on my mind........ Why didn't I kiss him.
Marshall's POV
As I drove home from Fiona's apartment I thought about the wonderful time I had with her today. It was nothing less than perfect, hopefully I'll have the chance to get to know her better.
I arrived to my large empty house. It was dark and lonely. I made my way up the steep staircase to my room. I plopped down on my bed and layed. there thinking for awhile. Before I dozed off the last thought that when through my head was, Why didn't I kiss her. I had the perfect opportunity to but I missed it. I passed out without a second thought.
