Colors of Angels

15. Angel's Diner

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Arabella's Point of View
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As we walked around to the front of the diner I try to clear my mind, which has become scrambled.  Like eggs. I think.  Wait what? What the hell is wrong with me. Him. Drew. That's what is wrong. He kissed me. Ya, I gave him the perfect chance, but I didn't think he would take it. I thought he would just brush me off. I hadn't realized that he still felt something for me.

The feel of his hand in mine is comforting as we walk to the front door. He opens the door for me and I walk in.  I might be able to open the car door when I'm getting out but he always makes me let him open other doors for me. I walk in and immediately love the place. 

The light is golden, just dim enough to be smooth. The tables are all made of rough looking wood with only the top smoothed out. The booth tables along the back and right sides have a gorgeous tan leather to cover the seats and the other tables have chairs made of the same wood as the tables. The walls have rough red brick along the bottom couple feet and are painted a medium brown that looks great with the gold light. There is a bar along the left side with seats that match the booth tables leather. And a wood bar made the same as the tables. This is where I spot Falah. 

There are a surprising amount of people in here for seeming to be so far from anywhere else. Behind the bar, wearing an apron is a woman who appears to be in her mid 40's and is talking to Falah, she is smiling and seems like a really nice lady. We walk over to Falah and Drew sits next to her and I on the other side of him. The lady smiles at us and I know I like her.

"Hi, welcome to Angel's Diner. I'm Cristine. My husband owns the place and I and my three children help run it. You two must be Drew and Arabella, such a pretty name." She says, directing the last part to me. I smile.

"Yes, this place looks beautiful," I say.

"Why thank you. What can I get you to drink?" She asks and slides two menus in front of Drew and I.

"I'll just have water," Drew says. Of course. I roll my eyes and laugh a little.

"Root beer for me Please," I say before turning to Drew. 

"Is that all you ever drink?" I ask smiling at him.

"Maybe," He says. I look past him to Falah.

"So, did you find out anything interesting before we came in?" I ask her.

"I found out that her youngest kid is a 17-year-old boy, and he's hot." She says giggling and leaning across Drew to me as she says it like it's a secret. I laugh and look around.

"Where's he at? I want to see this hot you speak of." I say.

"Back corner, two tables from the back." She says. I move my attention there and see a boy with his back to us, he is wearing a black pullover sweater and black jeans. And when he turns and walks to a table a few steps away I can see the side of his face. Damn that jawline tho, I think to myself. He has dark brown hair that falls forward in a very attractive manner. I'm studying him when he turns and looks directly at me, my gaze locks with his emerald green eyes and I feel a pull in my gut. I gasp and turn away toward the bar. 

"What's wrong?" Drew asks.

"Nothing, I just got a little dizzy for a second." I lie. I don't know why I don't tell him the truth. That feeling in my gut was similar to when I found Falah. It was a pull, but there was no fear or pain. Just a familiar pull of I'm the same as you.  I look down the bar to where Cristine is talking with an older man and realize she's also wearing a pullover sweater under her apron. I swivel around on my stool and quickly spot whom I assume are the other two in the family, they both also wear pullover sweaters. I realize all three are very different. The other boy, who looks to be the oldest has blonde hair and blue eyes and is really tall and built, the girl has long light brown hair and dark chocolate eyes she is short and petite, a very small girl, but the other kid had dark brown hair and green eyes and was built tall, but not as "built" as the older son. I turn back and look at Cristine, she has light brown hair and hazel eyes and is definitely not as skinny as the children are. I really need to see their dad, I think to myself.