Snowbound Hearts

6.

Aiden

Damien and I were here, sitting at one of the Resort’s restaurants having lunch. He chose this vegetarian restaurant. It didn’t seem like his style, I wasn’t even sure if he was vegetarian now. I don’t even remember him mentioning that he was vegetarian during our talks.
Damien was eating this creamy pasta, but since I didn’t know anything on the menu, Damien picked the same thing for me. I wasn’t sure about it since I’d never eaten vegetarian food before, but he assured me that it was very good and that Elena usually recommended it since this was one of her favourite restaurants.

A small laugh escapes my lips at the mention of that. “Elena’s topped vegetarian? How does someone who hated eating vegetables when she was little all of a sudden become vegetarian?”

“Elena? Vegetarian? Please, you should’ve seen her at Thanksgiving. She devoured our mom’s turkey like one of those ugly gremlins, she just comes here because of the salads,” I then remember the different salads I always see her eating in her office when I go to see her at the end of the day, “she says that they serve the best salads in the world.”

“And do they?”

“The. Absolute. Best. But don’t tell Elena I said that. If there is one thing I hate the most, it’s admitting to my baby sister that she’s right.”

“I see, she still makes you wear it?” I remember when we were kids, whenever Damien admitted to Elena that she was right about something she would make him wear this handmade necklace that had written on it “My baby sister was right and I was wrong.”

“Wear it? She printed it on a fucking shirt.”

“No. Fucking. Way. Now I need to see that.”

“Over my dead ass body, you will.”

“Oh yeah, I just need to tell Elena that she was right and she’ll make you wear it, no?”

“Look here, Aiden. You may be my best friend, but don’t think for one second that I won’t beat your ass to the ground.”

“Okay, okay, I surrender.” I laugh and raise my hands in the air as a sigh of me surrendering.

We stayed there enjoying our lunch. Even though I was reluctant, the pasta wasn’t actually half bad. We stayed a little longer, even after we were done. Moments after we were done, Damien checked the time on his watch and then raised his hand as if to call a waiter to our table. I assumed he was calling for the bill, but no, he actually just asked the waiter to bring back the menu

I was confused thinking that he was probably still hungry, Damien did happen to have quite the appetite, but he actually was choosing the salad for Elena. So he was the one who was buying salads for Elena.

I observed him as he eyed the menu up and down, seeing all the different options. His eyes then look up to mine and he smirks. Oh no. I knew that smirk. That was a smirk that said that he was about to do something incredibly stupid and that I was either going to get me or both of us in trouble. He then suddenly hands me the menu and I take it very confused by his action.

“Pick.”

“What?” I ask, still confused on is to why he handed me the menu.

“Pick a salad for Elena.”

“No, no, no. I couldn’t possibly pick a salad for Elena. I don’t even know what she likes.”

Damien crosses his arms before nonchalantly shrugging his shoulders and leaning back into his chair. “Just pick one, it’s not like she actually cares.”

Randomly pick one, huh? Sounds easier said than done, considering this is two pages long. Why on earth are there even this many salads? I go through the list, Tea-leafed salad, Greek revival, Hasselback tomato caprese?  What the fuck is a Hasselback? And why don’t they come with pictures? I don’t even know what half of this shit is.