Well Aren't You A Charmer | Alastor x Reader

Chapter Nineteen

We soon find ourselves seated at a cozy table in the restaurant, the aroma of delicious southern cuisine filling the air. Alastor is seated beside me, while Mrs. Hartfelt sits across from us. The sounds of lively chatter and laughter fill the room, making the atmosphere warm and welcoming.

We all look over the menu, our eyes darting back and forth as we try to decide what to order from the array of mouthwatering options. Alastor leans closer to me, his hand resting on my thigh. "See anything you like?" he whispers, his breath tickling my ear.

My skin immediately shivers from his touch making him chuckle slightly. "I think I'll get the jambalaya." I say quietly. Alastor chuckles again, clearly enjoying the effect he has on me. "Ah, a woman of good taste." he replies, his hand giving my thigh a gentle squeeze.

Mrs. Hartfelt, who's been watching our interaction with a soft smile, pipes up from across the table. "The jambalaya is absolutely delicious here. You won't regret it, dear."

I grin at her as I lean into Alastor slightly. "Good to know. Now I'm very excited to try it." Alastor smiles at my reaction, clearly enjoying the closeness between us. His hand on my thigh remains, his fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns against the fabric of my dress.

Mrs. Hartfelt watches us with a knowing glint in her eye as the waitress approaches the table to take our orders. She gives Alastor and his mother a warm smile but I tense up slightly as she looks at me. Did she just glare at me?

Alastor noticed the subtle change in my demeanor as the waitress looked at me, a concerned expression briefly crossing his face. He gives my thigh a gentle squeeze, his fingers stopping their tracing patterns.

"I hope y'all are doing well today. Are you all ready to order?" The waitress asks as her gaze lingers on Alastor for a moment. Alastor nods, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly as he notices the waitress's lingering gaze. "Yes, we are. I'll have the shrimp and sausage gumbo, please." he replies, his tone polite but noticeably cold.

The waitress just bats her eyes at him oblivious to his tone of voice before turning to take his mother's order. Mrs. Hartfelt gives the waitress a warm smile before ordering her meal. "I'll have the crawfish etouffee, thank you." She jots down her order before turning back to Alastor, placing her hand slightly on the table in front of him. "I'll get those right out for you."

I blink surprised at her blatant attempt to completely ignore the fact I am also sitting at the table. Alastor clenches his jaw, clearly frustrated by the waitress's obvious attempts to flirt with him right in front of me. "Long shift?" He asked before continuing to speak. "You forgot to take my girlfriend's order. She'll have the jambalaya." The waitress's smile falters slightly, her demeanor changing as she turns to look at me.

Her eyes dart back and forth between Alastor and I for a moment before forcing a smile back onto her face. "Right, I'm sorry." she replies, a hint of annoyance in her voice. "I'll get that jambalaya for you." She quickly jots down my order before darting off towards the kitchen.

I let out a sigh as my body relaxed. "Thanks." I mutter to Alastor. Alastor's expression softens as he senses my tension melting away. "Of course." he replies, his hand shifting slightly on my thigh as he gives me a gentle squeeze.

Mrs. Hartfelt, who had been silently watching the exchange, clears her throat. "That girl has quite some nerve." I shake my head, still bewildered at what she attempted to do. "That made me at a loss for words."

Alastor gives me a sympathetic look, a scowl on his face. "I'm sorry you had to deal with that." he says, his hand still holding my thigh. Mrs. Hartfelt lets out a huff of annoyance. "Some people have no manners." she mutters, clearly irritated.