MaLuke

Chapter 34

We walked into the restaurant and I immediately felt underdressed. Zayn didn't seem to be affected by this. He walked straight to the reservations table, where the nearest waiter stood. He gave us his undivided attention when he caught sight of us.

"Good afternoon Mr. Malik." He greeted. "Madam." He had a really nice accent. It rolled off his tongue in such a graceful manner. But it was still far off from Zayn's British accent.

"Hello James." Zayn held out his hand and the waitress shook it. "Table for two please. Private." James nodded once and led the way through the restaurant. He turned to me and added. "I'm good friends with the owner of this place."

Why am I not surprised?

The restaurant's lighting was soft, giving it a warm type of feeling. White tablecloths with light red cushion chairs. Sparkling silverware and shiny glasses on the tables, with neatly placed napkins on the spotless plates. The restaurant had elegance and class, yet had a certain homey feel to it. Definitely my kind of place.

James the waiter led us to a secluded corner against the wall, where the seats were moss green sofas that were plastered to the wall. I was really falling for this restaurant. Zayn led me by my hand as I moved in first. Zayn slipped in after me.

"May I just say sir, your choice of women is extraordinary." James commented, tossing Zayn a wink when he thought I wasn't looking. Zayn tried to hide his smile. James didn't bother, he was full out beaming with smiles. All the smiling was kind of creepy.

"Khaimon here is special, James." He placed his arm lazily over my shoulder. I let the warmth of his skin spread through my body and made me get goosebumps. "Ain't that right babe?"

"Uhm... I don't really know how to answer that." I stuttered out. That was pathetic, I thought to myself. But what was I supposed to say? That I was indeed a perfect, prim, and proper lady. I was a lady, and that's about it that I was a hundred percent sure of.

Zayn laughed at my answer and motioned for James to lean down so he could whisper something into his ear. I watched with suspicion as James's eyes lit up and he nodded once. Then he headed off in another direction.

"So, what do you want to eat?" Zayn asked, turning around to face me.

"I don't know, what's good?"

"Everything." He smirked. I rolled my eyes.

"Surprise me then." I tested him.

"My pleasure." He took the menu from my hand and put it on the table. James came back the next minute and he whispered something else to him. He nodded and said something else to him. James winked once at me before taking off towards a double door, which I suspected was the kitchen.

"So Khaimon, can I ask you something that I don't unnecessarily to anybody?" He turned his body a bit to face me fully. What was with him and all these questions lately?

"Okay," I said slowly. "shoot me."

"Do you like me?"

Was he joking? What kind of a question was that? "What do you mean? Of course I like you. If you're worried that I don't like you anymore, you don't have to worry about anything."

He nodded once. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"For still liking me. Even with all my flaws, family issues, stupid girlfriends," We both laughter at that. "And for excepting it all without a second thought."

"Well I still want to choke Wendy. But, I guess I could cancel my appointment." I smiled.

"You already beat her up remember?" He chuckled.