apartment c - grayson dolan

chapter xi.

"Lisa's? You took me to Lisa's?" I asked as Grayson pulled up to the French restaurant. Lisa's is considered one of the most top notch places in the whole country, people only come here once a year or never if they can't afford it. When I was younger, I desperately wanted to come here, but my father was never able to make enough money to get us a reservation. I didn't think Grayson would bring me here out of all places.

"Are you alright with that? I know the waitress, her name is Camille. She's the one who got us the reservation," Grayson smiled, opening my car door and letting me out. I couldn't even mumble a word to him, I was in too much of a shock.

"Grayson, I've always wanted to come here, h-how did you know?" I asked once my voice came back. Grayson held my hand in his and shrugged as we walked up to the posh entrance.

"I don't know really. I was looking at some restaurants, and for some reason, I just knew you would like Lisa's," Grayson replied, giving me a small smile.

This building was so beautiful: it was so modern looking from the last time I saw it, and they had changed the themed colors from blue to white and red. I was in love with the soft music played by the string quartet in the corner, and the smell of the food was amazing.

A middle aged man stood in front of his desk with his extra large book in hand. He wasn't exactly happy seeing us come in here, maybe because Gray looks like he had just survived a serious car accident.

"Name?" The man asked with no emotion.

"Grayson Dolan," Grayson cheered, his hand wrapped tighter around my own.

The man searches through the book, and seems surprised when he finds Grayson's name in it. He doesn't seem to have any patience with us, and I'm already annoyed with how he's looking at us right now.

"Camille will be your waitress today, she'll be here shor-"

"Hello, I'm Camille, welcome to Lisa's," a short woman interrupted. I believe she was French, her accent was exceptional. She had beautiful, big, gray eyes, and black hair. I was somewhat jealous of her, she was too beautiful for me to handle.

Camille leads us to a secluded booth in the back of the restaurant, closer to the string quartet. I'm extremely happy with the location, and the gorgeous red roses centered in the middle of the table.

"At Lisa's, we have a variety of wine, the biggest assortment in Australia. Is there one that you have in mind?" Camille asked us before handing us the menu.

"Surprise us," Grayson and I both replied, before giggling at each other. Camille smiles at us sheepishly, before walking away from our table.

"I can get a perfect view from the entrance here, Gray," I told him, as I leaned over to see what was going on. "That old guy seems a little bored with his job, he keeps picking something out of his ear, it's so gross."

Grayson shook his head at my nosiness, before poking my menu. "I think I'm interested in the Blanquette de Veau, what do you think you want to eat tonight?" He asked.

I opened my menu, the first item already catching my eye. "The Garbure looks really good, Grayson, we should both get it," I offered, showing him the photo of it.

Grayson nods, and we both sit in silence for a minute. There wasn't much to say really - it was just the two of us in an expensive restaurant looking at each other. It wasn't even awkward, Grayson made me feel extremely comfortable just sitting here looking at him, not a word shared between us.

When Camille returns with the wine and our glasses, I notice someone has finally entered the restaurant. I focus my attention on them, a man and most likely his wife. Grayson notices my eyes, but doesn't even look towards the door, just thanks Camille for the wine and tells her our orders.