Lies and Betrayal

Date Night

Bria P.O.V

Okay, what am I doing? Why am I even here? Come on Bria, say something.

"Err, strawberry lemonade is fine." Now was that so hard. How did you manage to make ordering a drink difficult?

"Are you two ready to order, or do you need another minute?" The waiter asked.

"I'm ready," Morgan said, leaning back comfortably on the red cushion of the booth. "But, I think she is going to need an hour." I guess he was trying to make a joke, but there is a thin line between joking and being an asshole.

The waiter nodded his head and gave me sympathetic smile, before walking off to get our drinks. So, far this date kinda sucks.

"I was joking Bria." Morgan said reaching over the table and grabbing my hand. "I just think you hit your head a little to hard that day at the hospital. Or were you always this slow?" I just shook my head in disbelief.

"And, here are your drinks. Have you guys decided yet?" The waiter took out his pen and paper and waited.

"She hasn't even looked at the menu yet." Morgan explained before snatching the menu out of my hands. "Maybe I need to read it for her." Right then he must have known he fucked up because, he flinched before I grabbed my cup.

Yes, I threw my ice cold strawberry lemonade all in his face. Then, I hopped up out of my seat and punched him in the face. He tried to punch me so I threw the table over and pulled out my blade. Someone snatched my blade from me. Then, all of a sudden I felt myself being thrown over someone's shoulder and escorted out the back door.

They put me down on the hood of a car, and I caught a good look at them. It was that waiter.

"That answered those questions " He said laughing.

"What questions?" I asked after he handed my blade back.

"How much you were going to take, when were you going to snap, and how bad it was going to be." He tells me. "How long y'all been together?" He asked.

"It was out first date. I met him yesterday." I tell the waiter dude. "My name is Bria by the way. You probably will need it for the police report later."

"Well, Bria I'm Luke, and I wouldn't worry about the police. They won't even know that happened."

"I think you should report it." I was telling him, I didn't want him to loose his job. Besides a customer could report it and it would look like I fled.

"No worries, no one knows you had a blade, you just looked like he was being a jerk and you punched him. The other customers are keeping quiet because I made their meals free."

"What if you get fired?" I asked.

"There is no one to fire me. I mean it's kinda hard to fire the Company's Chairman."

"Are you for real right now you the Chairman? Yet, you was just my waiter."

"Yes, I've worked hard to become successful. I never gave up. I'm 29, working for my own company. Just because I don't want people to know I have money." He told me.

"So, why are you telling me this then?" I asked because it seemed like he was trynna run game.

"Honest?"

"Nah, I want the lies," I said rolling my eyes "yea the truth"

"You different. I can tell you a go get it type of person. See your outfit says a lot. You wearing sneakers because, you never know what's gonna happen. Which means you expect the unexpected. ALWAYS.Your cargos show you are relaxed and laid back. Your shirt fits your body but isn't hugging you and doesn't show your cleavage. Which means your modest. Your nails are neat and polished yet they are really short. That's telling me, you don't like getting your hands dirty but I can be done. Your necklace has a small handprint, that's telling me you lost a young one. You aren't wearing makeup, which could actually mean two things but either way, you are confident in your own beauty. My last thing is your hair. For one it's your hair. Not that anything is wrong with weave. I'm just saying. Your hair looks natural. Which tells me you are simply you. There are no false bottoms to you. Your an open book. So, I decided to be an open book with you.

"You can see all that in me, just by my outfit?"

"Yea, I tend to over analyze people." He laughs as he helps me off the hood of the car. "Just like I did earlier when I ordered you a 15 piece chicken wing basket, with fries and wedges, extra ranch on the side. The sauce is mild, honey BBQ, and Siracha.

"Welp, I guess I really am an open book because that sounds like something I would order." I said laughing." I grabbed my wallet out my back pocket and handed him a hundred. "For the food, and for the  damages. That's all that I brought with me, I can bring more tomorrow." He handed me money back and shook his head.

"You can come back tomorrow but don't bring any money." He said smiling. "Your smile alone pays for everything."

"Boy shutup," I said laughing at him.

"Okay but for real, your food is covered, the dining room has already been fixed up, and your free to go with no trouble." He said offering a hand to walk me back inside.

Sure enough the dining room looked as if nothing had happened. There was even a family sitting where everything happened, they didn't even have a clue what happened there 10 minutes ago.

"Here you go, Bria." Luke said handing me a takeout bag. "On one of the napkins, there is my number. I'm not the pressuring type. So, if you would like to get to know each other better, call me." Then he just walked away laughing.