Dear Future Lover

Angel!

Jonah picked me up at about six o'clock p.m. for our anniversary date. We talked about all the good times and the bad times in the car and when we got to our destination, we were still talking. There's just so much to talk about, you know?

I ordered a croissant for a start, as did he. We were talking about how amazing the restaurant was when our waitress brought the rolls. She smiled at us and thanked us for our praise. It was nothing, really, so that's what we told her. It's what we thought, and it was true, so why thank us, y'know? She smiled bashfully, at Jonah, no less, so I got a little jealous... It must've been obvious, because Jonah noted it. "You don't have to be jealous, you know..." He leaned over the table just to peck my cheek and I blushed in turn. I shrugged and smiled, looking down. The waitress was still there, so she looked away, blushing a little and asked what we'd like to drink.

"Je prends un citron presse." I smiled at her, "I'll have a lemonade."

"Et moi aussi." Jonah and I giggled. "And me, too," he repeated himself in English. The waitress smiled gently as she scribbled on her notepad and walked away.

"Now, princess, what would you like to eat?" Jonah asked.

"I don't know... There's so much here!" I said, smiling like a little girl. He must've thought about when we were little, because he blushed seeing the look on my face. And he rarely blushes like that.

"Well... I know what I want," he smirked, leaning his elbows on the table and his head on his hands.

"And...?" I asked, doing the same as him. "That would be...?"

"You."

I blushed and leant back in my side of the booth. "D-don't say things like that here..." I whispered, looking at my menu, embarrassed. He smiled and nodded his head. 

"I suppose," he said, "I'll have number 40." He smiled at me, "And a crepe."

I nodded. "That actually sounds really good, so I think I'll have that, too." I smiled back.

When the waitress came back over to our table, she smiled innocently and looked to both of us. "What would you like today, mademoiselle, monsieur?" She looked down to her notepad, ready to write.

"Two number 40s and two crepes for dessert," Jonah said, smiling up at her. I smiled at him, not her and she walked right back to the kitchen to give our orders to the chef.

She came back about half an hour later and we ate our food, rather quickly. It was just too delicious! One of those foods you want to savor, but just can't...

After we were finished eating, we walked outside and Jonah drove us to the house and asked if I'd like to go out for a walk. I said yes, of course. Something more to do before staying in for the night. We started down the street and started talking. 

"I remember that one time when we were both so pissed at each other after you and Becca did the dirty..." I was saying. He sighed and looked down. "But, then, a little while later, after my mom was pretty much done, you confessed your love to me again." I smiled. He smiled back at me.

"Yeah, that was a good day..." he whispered. I nodded. We got to the edge of an intersection and blindly crossed the street. Jonah walked a little fast, so I was trying to catch up, but I didn't notice the car coming across the other way while I was tripping over my dress awkwardly. I turned to the headlights and was so overcome with fear that I stopped moving and couldn't hear Jonah properly. 

"ANGEL!!!" he yelled, but it was blurred and before I knew what was happening, everything turned black.