City Girl

Dessert

Chapter 7 - Dessert

As we stepped out of the elevator, I tugged at the hem of my dress, feeling a mixture of awe and discomfort. This was, without a doubt, the most upscale restaurant I had ever set foot in. Dressed in my purple leopard-print baby doll dress and Doc Martens, I felt like a fish out of water.

Jax's hand rested gently on my waist as he steered me toward the restaurant's host. My eyes were immediately drawn to the sweeping views of the city and bay through the enormous glass windows that lined nearly every wall. Lawndale had nothing that could even come close to this breathtaking sight.

As we approached the host stand, I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and anxiety bubbling inside me. The ambiance of the restaurant was sophisticated, with soft lighting and elegant decor that made it feel almost surreal. I caught a glimpse of well-dressed patrons chatting over glasses of wine, their laughter rich and warm against the backdrop of gentle music.

"Reservation for Weatherstone," Jax said smoothly to the host, his voice confident and composed. I marveled at how effortlessly he navigated this world.

"Right this way," the host replied, leading us through the bustling dining area. As we walked, I tried to focus on the décor—exquisite artwork adorned the walls, and the tables were set with fine china and sparkling glassware. It was all so beautiful, yet I felt like a fish out of water in my casual outfit.

"Relax, you look great," Jax murmured, sensing my discomfort. He moved his hand down to my ass squeezing it slightly , and I felt my heart flutter in response.

"Thanks," I replied, forcing a smile. But the truth was, I felt self-conscious. I tried to shake off the feeling, reminding myself that I was here to enjoy the evening with Jax, not worry about appearances.

The host led us to a table by the window, offering a stunning view of the city skyline. I couldn't help but gasp at the sight; the lights were twinkling like stars against the darkening sky, and the water shimmered beneath the reflection of the city.

"Wow," I breathed, taking a moment to soak it all in. "This place is incredible."

Jax smiled, clearly pleased by my reaction. "I thought you'd like it. It's one of my favorites. The food is amazing, too."

As we settled into our seats, I glanced at the menu, my eyes widening at the prices listed. I felt a wave of anxiety wash over me again. "Uh, Jax, are you sure I can afford this?" I asked, feeling a bit sheepish.

"Don't worry about it," he said, a casual wave of his hand dismissing my concern. "Tonight's on me. Just enjoy yourself."

The waiter approached, and Jax ordered us drinks. I opted for something light, hoping it would help ease my nerves. As we chatted and enjoyed the view, I found myself relaxing more, the initial tension fading into the background.

"I bet you've never had Japanese food before!" He exclaimed.

I shook my head, a small laugh escaping my lips. "Nope, this is my first time. I mean, besides the sushi rolls from the Lawndale mall, if that even counts."

Jax chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Trust me, it doesn't. You're in for a real treat tonight. Just wait until you try the sashimi; it's so fresh it practically melts in your mouth."

I nodded, trying to suppress my excitement. The thought of trying something completely new thrilled me, yet I felt a hint of apprehension creeping back. What if I didn't like it?

But as the waiter returned with our drinks, I pushed those thoughts aside. We clinked our glasses together, and I took a sip, allowing the crisp flavor to wash over my tongue. "Okay, this is good," I admitted, grinning at him.