Still Michael's P.O.V.
We opened up our food menus, they were bound in red leather and decorated with silver calligraphy, the posh name of the restaurant designed on the front, 'Oenotri'.
Flicking through the crisp, clean pages of the menu, everything was so tempting and sounded delectable.
"I think I'll have a salad..." Grace said.
I looked at her in utter dismay, "Are you crazy?"
She burst into a cute fit of giggles, "I'm joking! Damn, I like food too much to just have a salad. I'm not a salad girl." She grinned.
I shook my head at her, she had tricked me again!
Soon we had made our final decision, it didn't quite take me long because I love Mexican food and knew and understood what everything was, Grace, on the other hand needed some help and guidance, so I explained to her what everything was!
"Gurl, would you like me to order for you? I'm not saying you aren't capable, I just don't want you ending up with something you didn't want because you didn't say it right!" I offered.
She grinned, "Would you? Knowing my luck I'd end up with a plate of...snails...or something"
I laughed loudly, "Snails are French! If the worse comes to the worse, you'd end up with Grasshoppers"
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Be Careful What You Wish For. 2
FanficThe second book of 'Be Careful What You Wish For.' Find out more about the adventures and mishaps that Michael and Grace into. Follow the events of their relationship, their life together and their separate lives. Who they meet, what they do and whe...
