Sarah x Patrick

Three

"Well where is it?" Joe asks the small group. "Erm olive garden?" Pete replies as if it were obvious. Andy looks at Pete with a frown. "Pete.... They don't do vegan options." He signs and rubs his forehead with his hand. Pete, with that stupid smug smile, replies "well they might if you wanted salad." He looked proud, too proud Sarah scoffed and Patrick sighed completely sick of Pete and his antics.

"Alright fine we're here now anyways." Andy grumbles as he pulls the van (or whatever it was I can't remember I'm sorry) into the parking lot. "I'm sorry, Andy." Sarah tells him patting his shoulder. "It's fine." He replies. "Don't even worry about it, I don't mind salad it's just Pete is irritating." She laughs quietly and Patricks face immediately glows with a smile. He himself does not notice but oh boy if Pete didn't who would?

They walk inside Pete hopping on two feet out of his excitement, who need he'd be so excited for olive garden?
"Pete will you stop that?" Patrick hisses embarrassed. "Stop what, patty cakes?" He asks with that dumb smile, once again, plastered across his face. Sarah looks on at Patrick adoringly as he explains to Pete that he should act normal, for once. She isn't actually listening to the words but now she's aware of every pour in his face, and damn she's proud.
They sat in a booth Andy sipping his water whilst having conversation with Joe, Pete looking through the menu and pulling funny faces, Sarah and Patrick talking about Star Wars or maybe Star Trek either one is fine by them.

The waiter comes over to them he's all smiles. "Hello welcome to olive garden I'm zach I'll be your server for tonight." He smiles broadly and a little over the top towards Sarah, she smiled back uncomfortably to be polite but really she wanted him to leave. "Have we decided  yet?" He asks flashing yet another smile in the poor girl's direction. "Yeah, man I'll take uh the pasta." Pete has this Cheshire smile, everyone Is done with him for tonight and maybe the rest of their lives too. "Which pasta?" The waiter asks behind gritted teeth the smile staying on his face.
"Y'know, one of 'em." Pete shrugs the waiter turns to Sarah. "Alright what about you. Have you ordered yet, beautiful?" He asks her with a strange look in his eye. "Yeah, I'll have whatever's gluten free, and has salad." She tells him smiling slightly, still uncomfortable. The others had ordered their food and finally got Pete to be normal. Thank goodness.