Calm as the Ocean <Finnick Odair>

My Heart Can't Win

I am greeted by many delicious smells that remind me of Finnick's cooking. But I remember, I'm with Allen, only Allen right now. Not Finnick. Allen leads me up to an untrustworthy looking man who wears a white apron and a chef hat. He chops up vegetables with a knife, a weapon, something that can cause pain and damage. I reach in my back pocket and feel my own knife, ready to attack this man.

Instead of acting lethal, he stops chopping and gives me a warm smile. Allen lets go of my hand for a second to give the man a small hug. I stand shyly behind Allen's strong figure, trying not to be noticed. But just my luck, Allen decides to introduce me to the man.

"Alyssa, this is Ed the chef. Ed, this is Alyssa." Allen says, smiling widely.

"Hello there young lady. Allen, you've got yourself a good one. Quite pretty." Ed says to Allen with a wink.

"She's not mine yet Ed. Someday she might be though." Allen says with a smile.

"Well, anyways, it's nice meeting you Alyssa. I hope you have a good night." Ed says, acting like he knows something I don't.

"Thank you, you too." I speak for the first time tonight.

Allen grabs my hand, gives it a squeeze, and leads me out of the double doors. I look around in awe at the beautiful restaurant. It is themed romantically, with roses on the table, rose petals scattered, dim lighting, and elegant chandeliers. I find myself standing next to a table while Allen pulls out my chair for me. I thank him and sit down.

"Do you like it?" Allen asks hopefully.

"Like it? I love it!" I say with a smile.

"I hoped you would. I just thought it was the perfect place to take you..." He says, scratching the back of his neck.

"I love it so much Allen, thank you." I say.

A pretty waitress walks up to our table. She has long blonde hair pulled up into a high ponytail and is very skinny. She's more beautiful than I could ever be, or even dream of being. She waves a little and gives a wink to Allen, which he doesn't return. Instead he grabs my hand and smiles at me, ignoring the flirtatious gesture.

"Hello, I'm Sandra, I'll be your waitress for tonight. What can I help you with?" She asks in an overly perky tone, the complete opposite of me.

"I think it'll be a little bit." Allen says for me, noticing my lack of trust for people.

"Alrighty, I'll be back in a few minutes." She says while walking away.

She sways her hips dramatically while her long ponytail sways with her movements. I catch Allen staring at me, watching me. I turn to look at him but he quickly looks down at his menu. I decide to do the same. I scan over all of the choices, each sounding more delicious than the next.

Salads, shrimp, spaghetti, chicken, fish, scallops, clam and many more. My mouth waters at all of the choices. I finally stop at something I've always wanted to try. Steak. I've never gotten the chance. I take a look at the picture. The juicy, brown, meat sits on a plate among herbs and other toppings.

"I've got my order." I say.

"Me too, what are you getting?" Allen asks.

"A small steak. You?" I ask.

"Chicken." He says with a boyish grin.

The waitress skips back over to our table with a notepad and pencil. She smiles at us, mostly Allen, before beginning to talk.

"Have you gotten your order?" She asks Allen.

"I think we have. I'll take a medium chicken and for her, a small steak please." Allen says for me.