Mornings at Duke's (GirlxGirl)

Moving On is a Bitch

At night, the tears still fall endlessly until I am lulled into a sleep.

And in the morning I face the world bravely as I still long for you to be mine to keep.

Song: Dangerous Woman by Ariana Grande/ Sarah Close cover (I am literally in love with her covers.)

Emily's POV

"You look great." Dan said as he kept looking at my body up and down with his mouth wide open. I felt myself shy away from his blunt stare and giggled awkwardly. He would always treat me like a princess. And I always felt out of place when people complimented me.

"Thanks." A part of me thought it would be for the best to comment on his outfit too but I never found the words to say it properly. I just gave him a smile, hoping it was enough.

He then gestured for me to lead the way to the car- which by the way was still open-. We got inside as he opened the heater for me, seeing I tried to yank the dress to my knees. Honestly, I was just trying to cover myself, regretting ever wearing this dress.

The ride to the restaurant was silent. We did small talk now and then but it never passed more than that. Through the ride I sometimes looked at him, stole little glances. He never once returned my stare to my luck and kept watching the roads. Then I found myself comparing his face with Melanie. His was strong, hard. Looked rough yet charming, handsome.

Then realizing what I was doing I quickly turned to the window on the passenger side, squeezing my eyes shut for the rest of the ride.

After sometime, we reached to the restaurant Dan was taking us. I opened my door and got out, waiting for Dan to come to my side. I didn't want him to open doors for me anyway...

"I thought you would like it." He said as he gestured the restaurant. Reading the name of the restaurant I realized he had taken me to one of the most expensive restaurants in the city. I suddenly felt self conscious of what I was wearing and how little make up I had on.

"Come baby." He grabbed my hand with his big, hard ones snd my hands felt secured. Yet once again, I found myself comparing things I shouldn't have in the first place.

A young looking waitress greeted us and lead us to our table. It was even more crowded as we got to walk to our table. And to my "luck" everybody seemed so elegant, formal I felt like hiding inside a closet. Never was I the confident girl.

We sat down and the same waitress brought us some menus. It was written in French. Unlike -probably- many others in the restaurant, I didn't know how to read French, shoot me. I found the word salade and thought it must have been a salad obviously. (It was.)

"Are you feeling any better?" Dan asked while still reading his menu. I looked at him, to his face more specifically. Do I love him? No. 'Am I in love with him?' was the right question. I thought and I thought it hard. I found him relaxing, cute, sweet and secured. I liked his motives and lifestyle. I liked hanging out with him, it always put a smile on my face to see him.

"I am better." I decided say. What do you feel with him? The butterflies, tingles?

"Good, I was starting to get worried." He looked at my eyes and smiled for a second before turning back to the menu. I continued staring.

"So Emily, I thought for a long time..." he began and I kept my silence. His eyes found my curious ones and he smiled widely, confusing me once more. I didn't know what he had in mind but it seemed like it was important, at least to him.

"... and I thought about the memories, moments we had..." oh no. No, no, no, NO. Please don't do this, not now, not before I decide. My heart began to beat furiously, was it because of him or was it because I was nervous?