The Definition of Me

Chapter 13: A Bottle of Daniels

His strong arm leaned over my shoulder and pulled me a little closer as I was given a kiss on the forehead. Seconds after noticing how I was shivering from the freezing cold weather (and yet somehow it was getting closer to mid-June.), he opened his jacket and snuggled me inside it. Better than any blanket if you ask me. "Today was the night I got to kiss you."

I was too caught up in the moment to give any verbal response and laid my head on his shoulder instead.

"Should we go home now?" He then proposed, clearly because my hands were still cold to the touch. And I clearly refused,

"Anything but home."

A smirk appeared on his face after my honest rejection, which followed my reasoning,

"I won't be able to fall asleep tonight anyway."

Liam nodded and showed me the time on his phone. 00.01 AM

"Then let's go celebrate your first day of adulthood."

"Where should we go?" I asked him, agreeing to his suggestion right away as I was practically starving.

"How about that cafe-restaurant I never got the chance to visit?" He over-exaggerated the regret in his voice, knowing our first kiss topped any other surprise I had that day.

"Wait, the one where you never showed up to eat my birthday cake?" I corrected him, already knowing that he meant Rue 57.

"Yes, that's the one."

I shook my head disappointedly and made the corners of my mouth resemble a sad face, "Sorry, but it looks like we are two minutes late. They close at 11.59pm"

"How precise." He mockingly commented.

"I know, right?" 

I took out my phone and started googling up other places to eat in New York whilst listening to Liam ranting on,

"No but seriously, will that one minute make a big difference?"

"It will if it is used wisely," I argued his point, giving him a cocky smirk because I knew that was the kind of cheesy line that he's supposed to say to me, and in attempts to shift the conversation, Liam changed the subject to talking about my food preferences,

"Okay, so what's your favorite cuisine."
He had never used that word before either. In fact, it sounded a bit strange coming from him.

"Italian" I replied without a second thought, scrolling through websites that showed different places to eat. On forums, there would be ratings from one to five, whilst on blogs, there were very long, descriptive paragraphs about each place, which bored me out even more.

"Then it's a no brainer, we should go to 'Marta' "
One thing that was still left to learn for Liam about me is that I have an obsessive personality, which is something Eva already understood and would probably have guessed that by this point, I already visited over twenty to thirty different Italian restaurants including the one he mentioned.

"Doesn't that restaurant work until 11.30?" I wondered, hinting him that I know the restaurant's timetable from the back of my head which wasn't a lie either.

He heavily sighed, murmuring out "Or not then..."

After another ten minutes of desperate clicking, searching and scanning through different suggestions of different websites, I've decided I had enough. I was born and raised in New York and couldn't find somewhere to eat, which is a fact that ridiculed me. Was I that big of a picky eater?