The Game of Hearts

Chapter Eight- Annabel

Catering. The place Snow and I always go to has lovely food. It's all fancy and delicious. But after an hour, it's very filling.

"Ugh," Snow complains. "What's next?"

"There is fifteen flavours of macaroons to choose from," I say.

"Split it?" she asks.

"Good idea." I try eight and she tries seven. In the end we pick four flavours; vanilla, chocolate, salted caramel and, strawberries and cream. We chose different platters and I put it all on my card. By the time we're finished, we're stuffed.

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"You need to change!" Snow yells when we get into my car. My phone buzzes, I look down to see a message from Jason. It has the restaurant location.

Jason - See you at 6:30

"Why?"

"Your date with Jason of course!" she grins.

"To your house!" She hollers, waving an arm in the air. When we arrive at my house she sprints inside, I jog after her. She slams my closet door open and pull out a dress.

"That's too fancy," I shake my head. She pulls out another dress. My blue dress, with the lacy back.

"You must wear this, no protests," she shoves it at me.

"Fine," I groan and go into the bathroom. Once I've changed into it, I come out Snow immediately pounces on me, pulling my pony-tail out. "I guess my hair's gonna be down then," I mutter brushing it. I put a little makeup on and Snow passes me some sandals.

"Now drop me off home and go on that date," Snow demands. I roll my eyes.

"Alright then," I grin. We get back into the car and I drive to her house, which she jumps out of the car when I stop.

"Go have fun," she winks at me.

"Bye!" I wave at her. She waves back as I pull out of her street. I follow the GPS to the address Jason sent me. It's a small café like restaurant, it looks really nice, but not only that, it's very busy. I park my car and check the time. 6:32 pm. I'm a little late. I quickly walk up to the door, pulling it open. A rush of cool air hits me as I step inside, I'm glad it is air conditioned. I see the line to get a table and my heart sinks. I walk up, to join the line, my eyes scanning the tables to see if he's here yet. My eyes spot a small table by the window, with a standing figure. Jason. He's waving at me. I walk out of the line and down to the table, taking a seat across from him.

"Hey," he smiles. I give him a small smile. "How did the catering go?"

"Good," I smile. "We got some pretty good food." I open the menu placed in front of me, on the table. All of the food sounds delicious, but too big. I'm still pretty full from the catering.

"I was just wondering... What are you going to be for Halloween?" he asks. I look up at him and smile.

"You'll see then," I say, before looking back at the menu.

"Oh, because I was hoping we could synchronize," he says with a laugh. I shake my head, laughter bubbling inside me. I scan my eyes over the menu before spotting the perfect meal. It's a small salad, filled with fresh lettuce, bacon and chicken.

"Would you like to order?" the waiter says, appearing at our table. Jason looks up at me and I nod.

"Yes," Jason says. "I'll have the pork, please."

"The Caesar salad," I decide.

"Would you like any drinks?" the waiter asks.

"I'll just have water," I say quickly.