Crimson Nightmares

Chapter Seventeen

We stepped into a small restaurant. Gérald walked up to the woman near a small computer.

"How much can I help you?"

"Table for two, please." He smiled politely.

"Of course, right this way." She grabbed two menus and led us to a small table near the edge of the room. "We will have someone with you as soon as possible."

"Thank you." Gérald handed me the menu and grabbed his own. After about five minutes of looking at the menu, a different woman came out to us.

"Do you guys need anything?"

"Just some water, please." Gérald smiled sweetly.

"I would like some red wine."

"Of course, I will have someone right out."

"Thank you."

I turned to him and said, "I know what I want; are you ready to order?"

"Yes, I will have your Borscht."

"Mm, and you, miss?"

"I will have your stake, but can you make it rare meat?"

"That would be poisonous." She looked at me with a very concerned look.

"No, rare would be perfect."

"Ok, I will see if we can do that." She smiled and took the menus.

"Thank you, miss."

"You're welcome. We will have that out in a minute." She walked away, still looking back.

"Any way to get blood, I see." He laughted.

"Haha, ya, I guess. I have a question."

"Go ahead,"

"Was your hair always pink? I mean, I have been since we met at 14."

"From what I know, it has been. I don't know; I kind of like it." He wrapped a strand of hair between his fingers.

"I agree. Mabey, it is part of being a Crimson."

"Ya like your red eyes." We both laughed as a tall man came out with our food.

"Borscht and your rare steak. Here is your bottle of wine, miss.

"Thank you, sir." He placed the food down and walked away.

"Oh, this looks good."

"Yes, thanks for recommending this place." I put some of the wine in a glass. The deep red shimmered in the night.

"Sorry if this is rude for asking, but may I have some of the wine?"

"You want some?"

"Yes, it smells so nice."

"Of course, I probably won't be the best if I drink all of it."

"Thank you." I passed him the glass and poured a little more on my own. "You don't drink any?"

"I do, but not much. Also, I need to stay clear-headed."

"True. You will have to drive." He lifted the wine glass. "Thank you."

"No problem. So, where are we going after this?"

"Mabey, back to the base. Or go for a drive."

"Ok, that sounds nice." The meal was nice; we talked about the past, the future, and everything in between.

"Well, we should be going."

We paid for the food and left a tip for the waitress.

"That was a great meal. We should come here more often."