CIA Agent? Piece Of Cake.

Non-mission: A Renewed Relationship

ONE MONTH LATER,

DAVE'S POV:

Cheymayne suggested that we all went out for dinner to celebrate Nathan and I being discharged from the hospital. After all, she had just accomplished her new mission.

Isabelle and Nathan agreed, but we had quite a debate over the restaurant. Finally all of us agreed to Italian food. Where to? 

Craxxi Ristorante, that is Craxxi's Restaurant. Don't ask me how I know Italian.

The restaurant was quite high-class, so we had to wear some nice clothes if we didn't want to get kicked out.

It was 1830 hours. I had just finished bathing, and I smelled good.

I got out and got dressed. An ultramarine-coloured striped shirt with black slacks, accompanied with Hush Puppies wing tips. I just put on a checkered black coat. After equipping my watch and such, I was done. Ready.

"Cheymayne!" I called. "You done?"

"Ten minutes bro!" was her reply. I jumped onto my comfortable king-sized bed, grabbed my PS Vita and turned it on. I wanted to continue my Persona 4: Golden game.

As I just got into it, Cheymayne came into my room. "Bro, I'm done!"

I looked up. She was wearing a light green dress that reached above her knees. It had a fitting cut that showed shape, and on the dress was undescribable but nice designs. The dress was sleeveless, so she complimented it with a cardigan.

"Nice," I complimented her. "Really classy."

"Thanks bro," she smiled. "Let's go. Your car or mine?"

"Mine," I said, walking down the stairs with her. "Let me do some driving. It has been a while since I drove my baby."

"Your wish," Cheymayne tossed me the car keys. We exited the car and she locked the door behind her.

"Open," I said, and the voice activation worked smoothly. My car doors opened up by itself. "Engine on." The car engine revved up, roaring like a lion. My Veneno.

I went about a hundred and twenty, dodging between cars and accelerating even more. My Veneno was the fastest at corners, and just after ten minutes, we reached the restaurant.

"A table for four please," Cheymayne said to the maitre 'd.

The man had a small moustache, and he was Italian, I could tell. "This way," he ushered us to a table at a corner for four. I could see the door. I never liked sitting with my back towards my door. Another killer instinct that me and Cheymayne shared.

"Where are they?" I asked, checking my watch. It was 1855 hours. We were five minutes early.

"Take a chill pill bro," Cheymayne joked. "Why so impatient? Ooh, is it because of Isabelle?" she teased, winking.

I scoffed. "Heck no. Why do you even say that?"

"Just to tease ya," she grinned. "Anyways, here they come!"

I saw Nathan and Isabelle walked through the door. Nathan was in a fine brown coat, while Isabelle wore a simple red dress that I couldn't describe. Everybody is well dressed this fine evening! I sound British for a moment there.

The maitre 'd gave us our menus and excused himself, although he kept an eye on us.

"What are you guys having?" I asked, flipping through my menu.

"The steak caught my eye," Nathan grinned.

"I'll probably get a spaghetti," Isabelle muttered.

"Get the marinara," I suggested. "I ate it before. It's seafood and you like seafood, don't you?"