Be Careful What You Wish For. 2

Be Careful What You Wish For.

Michael's P.O.V.

I watched her face light up as she gasped, "You have?! What?!"
I giggled at her reaction.

"Thank you..." she smiled sweetly, slightly blushing, she blushed at everything.

"You're welcome, I'd do anything for you, I really would." I blurted, slightly turning red.

She cooed, "Awww!" She reached across the table and put her palm on my cheek, "You're too good to me..." she smiled.

As I was about to answer the little waiter came scuttling back.

"Now. I can take drink order? Yes?" He said pulling out a black notepad and silver pen from his top pocket, he wasn't quite fluent in English.

I nodded towards Grace, motioning for her to go first.

"Umm, can I have a coke please?" She asked, he nodded as he scribbled it down.

He then looked to me and I made my order, "Could I have an Orange Fanta? And could we also have a bottle of your oldest red wine, please?"

He wrote my orders down and went away again nodding.

"Wine?!" She asked.

I grinned, "I like wine! I don't care what type it is, as long as it's old, if it's old, then it tastes like candy! You'll see!"

She grinned at me, "Cool, well, don't be getting in the state you were in at Neverland when your family came round, you were on your ass." She said.
I hid my face, "Don't remind me about that!"

"Here you are." Said the waiter, startling both of us as we didn't see him coming.

"Madam." He said as he handed Grace her glass of cola.

"Sir." He stated as he gave me my Fanta.

"And your wine. I give you two glasses." He said as he gave us an ice bucket with a bottle of wine in it, along with a wine glass each.

We both thanked him.

"I be back 10 minutes to take food order!" He smiled and nodded before disappearing again.