Chapter Eight - Win The Bet (Part Two)

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--- At the Restaurant ---

''Hello. What can I do for you?'', a cute waitor says. He seems comfortable with his job.

''Hi, I'm here for a table.'', I say while shamelessly checking him out. I gotta say, he looks handsome in that suit. His blond hair is layed back with gel, wich make his green eyes pop even more.

''Oh, sure. What name is it?'' He gives my a flirty look and a big smile.

''Graymond.'' The waitor shocks as he realises who I am. He's suddenly silent and doesn't know what to say.

''Call me Arizona.'' I hold out my hand and he softly kisses it. I smile. How gentle

''Matthew, at your service.''

''Why don't you bring us to our table? Two, please.''

He nodds while smiling and brings us to a table by a window where it's pretty private and you can see the city lights. Combined with the starts it looks beautiful. He lays menu's on the table.

''Thank you, the view is stunning.''

''Really? I got a pretty amazing view myself.'', he replies while looking at me. Aww.

''Why, thank you.'', I say with a flirty smile. He smiles back and flashes me a wink before going away.

I open the menu and see a little piece of paper with his number on it. I look over to the bar and see him holding his hand as a phone. I nodd in response and he continues his work.

''She does it every time.'', Zack says next to me.

My phone beeps and Zack looks with me.

A is in for the game. The game of love may I say. Look out if Zack is watching, A. You're playing a dangerous game.

We made a bet outside who can get the numbers of the most people. The loser pays dessert (I'm not letting him pay for anything else.)

''Well, let me see you work that magic.''

He takes the hand of a pretty waitress with brown hair in a bun.

''Can I help you?'', she asks.

''Yes, you can. When I saw you, your beauty just.. hit me like an.. earthquake. You are so.. pretty, so elegant. I swear I've never seen anyone as pretty as you.'', he says. During the lines I bearly manage to hold my laugh in.

The girl looks at him weirdly. ''I'm flatterd, but I think you've had to much to drink.''

''But wait!'' He grabs her hand and pulls her on his lap. ''You're my soulmate.''

She looks at him mad now and says on a quiet yet furious tone: ''Look, I don't know who you are, but I need this job. I'm already hanging on a thin line with my boss. Now let me go.'' Zack lets her go in sadness and dissapointment.

He sighs while I burst out in laughter.

''This is not funny.'', he says completly serious. I shove my chair closer to him.

''Yes it is.''

''No.''

''Maybe a little funny.'', I say while totally exaggeratingly shoving my chair closer to him.

''No.'' I start making funny faces and see his mounth already forming a smile.

''It is funny!''

''No, stop it!'', he says with half a smile on his face.

''Come on, Walker. You're my soulmate?''

We look in each others eyes before bursting into laughter.

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