Pretty Boy

five

We pulled up into the beautifully lit castle-looking building. The exterior was gorgeous, and I couldn't wait to explore the interior of it. The car door was pulled open for both of us, and Khira was advised to give the young man in the suit her keys, so he could park our car.

She handed them to him without question, trusting him entirely. He smiled politely at her, then his eyes met mine. He nodded his head towards me with the same smile plastered on his face, and it didn't look fake, which I appreciated.

Khira wore a beautiful skin tight red dress with a simple silver bracelet. She looked amazing, the colour of the dress and her lipstick matching her skin tone perfectly.

She looked back at me once the man had driven away to park her car. She smiled and motioned me inside, through the large crystal coated doors. I followed her as she led us both up the surprisingly easy stairs to climb, and towards the restaurant area.

I stared in awe at the building, paintings, beautiful gems and designs bent in gold covered the entire building. It looked medieval almost, and I loved it.

"How could you afford a meal at this place.." I trailed off, without making eye contact with Khira. My gaze remained on the decor.

She didn't respond to me, which I expected. We got closer to a massive hole through the tall wall, separating the two rooms. It was half-oval shaped, making the building appear even more medieval.

Once we strode into the second room, I gasped. It was huge, tables with beautiful porcelain white cloths draped over them, cutlery shined to perfection and vanilla with a touch of cinnamon scented candles in the middle of each one.

Another young man in a suit showed us to our table. The table was set next to the window, Khira sitting opposite me. You were able to see the whole town from where we were. Different coloured lights lit up the city and made it seem beautiful, much different in comparison to what it was when you lived inside of it.

The window wasn't just a small one, it was a large glass pane and it covered almost the entire wall space.

"Ivery?" Khira snapped me out of my state of admiration for the beautiful building.

"Yeah?"

"Your menu." She simply states, and I look down at a piece of card paper with the menu on it.

"Oh, sorry." I smiled and felt my cheeks heat up a little bit from Khira noticing how shocked I was. I laughed a little to mask my embarrassment.

All of the dishes were French. They had it in French on the menu with a small written translation underneath as well as what the meal contained. I was basic, and I had no idea what to get, so I let Khira order for me.

She did know of what I liked and how simple I was, so all she ordered for me was a cheese platter, a glass of wine and the permission to share what she was having if I remained hungry. I thanked her for it because she rarely shares her food.

"You haven't told me how work has been going," Khira leaned over the table curiously, resulting in me moving slightly backwards in my chair due to the sudden movement.

"It's going good," I nod with a small smile, yet it was a lie.

"You're not telling me something." She leans back and concluded to herself. She gave me a smug look to accompany the accusation.

"What?"

"Ivery, we've been friends for years. I know when you're lying."

I swallow harshly. My eyes darting away from her. I've been told that I was quite good at lying, but every single slither of that useful skill was diminished when it came to the one and only Khira Park.