***Bianca's POV***
We went inside the Los Angeles restraunt. I love living in Los Angeles to be honest, it's so beautiful and so much things to do here.
Me and Michael went into the restraunt, and I can smell all the wonderful foods. Some blonde lady gave me and mike a table and we sat down across from each other.
Michael handed me a menu and I started reading it up and down the page. "Anything in mind?" He said still looking in his menu
"Uh I'll take a salad." I said putting down the menu. All of a sudden a waitress came up.
"Hi how are you guys tonight?" She said pulling out a little notebook in her pocket that hung tightly around her waste.
"We're great thanks." I said lightly.
"Well I'll be your helper tonight. Any thing you would like to start out with like any drinks?"
"I'll take cherry wine please." I said smiling at Michael.
"Okay and you sir?" She said writing down my order.
"I'll take the same thing please."
"Alright guys I will be back with your drinks." She spoke walking away.
"So, I didn't know you drank wine." I said tapping my nails on the tables.
"Yeah, it used to be a tradition actually. My family and I would drink wine, well my brothers and sisters and I would drink kids wine, and we would drink them at family parties. So as I got older I started drinking adult wine and it kinda brings back memories." He smiled a little bit. He's so cute.
"Wow that's so cool. It's nice to have that child memory again." I smiled and looked at the new family coming in to sit down. "I always thought of it as a relaxing drink. Especially when I'm writing songs."
"Does it work? Like help you think of songs?"
"Surprisingly yes." I laughed a little and he smiled.
"I would love to hear your songs." He said.
Right before I was about to answer, our waitress came by with our cherry wine in a fancy glass. I sipped it starting to continue my reply.
"Will see about that." I slowly sipped my drink giving Michael a smirk look.
An hour later, I finished my salad. And Michael finished his fish and vegetables. We talked a lot about music, our favorite color, our favorite hobby, family, and ourselves.
Surprisingly we had almost everything in common. Except our favorite color. Mines white and his is orange. Other than that we are the same.
"Wow we have a lot in common!" He said laying back in his chair.
"I know it's crazy!" I said smiling and starting to yawn.
"Bianca... Can I tell you something?" He said has he came back in his chair.
"Yeah what it is it?" I said curiously.
"This really wasn't a "congratulation dinner. It was a date." His face got kind of red. What an apple head. But wait what? This wasn't a congrats dinner. Oh Bianca stop acting like you didn't know that.
"Really? Well I kinda knew that. Why didn't you tell me the truth though?"
"I was embarrassed." He lightly smiled and looked at the family next to us.
"You didn't have to be. You can tell me anything." We made eye contact for a couple of minutes.
We got up and Michael drove me home.
"Good night Bianca." He said.
"Night Michael."
I don't know how i will feel... When I see him again.
Authors note:
how do you guys like it? btw the date was a "friends date" it will be mentioned in the next chapter. but thanks guys. xoxo❤️
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Love And The Music
Non-FictionBianca Lewis has always loved music since the day she was born. She sang, dance and made her own music at a young age. She's now 19 and lives on her own. She wants to make her own music business, but wants to learn how to run one. She joins the musi...
