A Chance Encounter

Chapter 2

Liam's POV

After a long day at SYCO records the lads and I are beyond hungry. Niall automatically recommends Nando's but Harry suggests the French restaurant downtown that's been getting all the buzz lately. We all agree and I get out my mobile, going to Google.com. I type in the name of the restaurant, which Harry has told me is Le Vivreau, and look over the critics reviews. I see one by Egar Moran, the most famous food critic in the world (A/N no, this is not a real guy), and I click on the link.

Its normally two to three minutes before I'm seated but at Le Vivreau I was seated in less than a minute of my arrival. I was served by a gorgeous and talented young woman with a beautiful smile and wonderful personality. She showed incredible promise and served me as if I was the only customer there, though that was far from the case. In my opinion the girl is a valuable asset to Le Vivreau and she is irreplaceable. She was the only waitress on the night shift, and I'd wager this is the case often. She enjoys her job and makes sure to put her customers first at all times. I consider myself a very strict, hard to please critic but this restaurant excelled, meeting all of my expectations and then some. If you ever find yourself in London and are looking for wonderful food and even better service stop by Le Vivreau and ask for Tonya.

                                                             Egar Moran,

                                                             Food Critic

I click on a few more and all of them have the same basic opinion, "the food is great and the service is even better." Whoever this girl is, she's really good at her job.

"So why Le Vivreau, Haz?" Louis asks the curly haired boy in his passenger seat.

"Tonya, of course! Why else, mate?" he smiles, his dimples popping out like they always do.

"Who's Tonya?" Zayn asks sleepily, his head on Niall's shoulder ask he fights to stay awake. I swear, with as much as that lad sleeps you'd think he wouldn't be this tired.

"She's the only waitress on the night staff. They say she's super fit and really good at her job. She basically runs the place from 5 till midnight." Harry explains.

"Ah." Zayn nods once as a yawn slips out, not really interested at the moment.

"I was just reading the critics' reviews. The have nothing but good things to say about her. They even talked more about her than they did the food." I say, resting my head back on the seat.

"Why do you do that?" Lou asks.

"Do what?" I yawn.

"Research the places we go, don't you ever leave anything to chance?"

"No, not really. I like to be prepared." I yawn, letting my eyes slide closed for the rest of the drive.

By the time we get there Harry is literally jumping up and down in his seat. The minute the car stops he's out the door, running towards the front of the restaurant. Niall shoots awake from his mini nap at the smell of food and quickly follows after Harry. Lou and Zayn go next, falling in step to discuss their plans for our day off tomorrow. I plan on just catching up on some much needed sleep. I walk a few metres behind them and when we get inside a nice French woman seats us at a round booth near the back. I sigh, scanning the room for screaming fans, out of habit, but the place is teen-less. Within sixty seconds of the woman seating us another girl appears, a tall blonde with eyes bluer than Niall's. her smile is a bit unsure and she looks nervous. She can't be more than 19 or 20 and I have to admit, she is quite beautiful. She takes a deep breath and all signs of nerves vanish from her face, a friendly smile replacing it.