Random pic of Miley I found. Oh gods, am I disturbing you from reading further?
Really?
Yeah, well, I'm just the author. No one important, go go, read.
This was unexpected.
Should I be happy that Elliot planned our first date at a five star restaurant?
"Elliot? Why're we here?" I asked the obvious, as we got out of the gorgeous ride.
"Our date, duh. Forgot already?" He said as looked at me with a soft smile.
"No, but uh, this?" I gestured to the magnificent twelve floor tall building.
"What about this? You don't like it?" He said the last part with a surprised expression.
"No, it's really good but, won't it be a little too expensive?" I asked, whispering the last word.
I'm not sure what was wrong with me. I mean I ask a billionaire if a dinner at a five star restaurant is too expensive?
That just describes crazy.
His reaction was pretty much expected. I just stared as his body shook with laughter.
"Whiney, you do realise that I've got plenty of money?" He said once he stopped laughing.
"Yeah." I muttered, looking down at my feet, ashamed.
"Let's go." He took my hand in his and went ahead.
As we entered the restaurant, we got a few stares. I didn't mind it until I heard a feminine voice whisper -
"Is that another one of his sluts?"
I took in a sharp breath, trying my best to not go and slit that motherfucking idiot's throat with Elliot's car keys.
"How about we go to the rooftop, huh?" Elliot asked.
I wonder if he heard that comment.
"Sure," I said, nodding.
"Come on," Elliot spoke as he gestured me to follow him.
After a pleasant ride in a glass lift, we reached the rooftop.
The first thing I did there? I gasped.
Wow.
I mean, the view. The city lights, those tiny and shiny cars on the streets, not to mention the full moon which just added more beauty to the scene.
Eating five star hotel quality food while watching this? Dream coming true.
"Hey, let's go there," Elliot said, slightly nudging my arm as he eyed the table in the middle of the roof.
I nodded.
After taking our seats, which as a matter of fact we're very cushiony, we received the menu.
Gods, they must've spent at least fifty dollars on this.
The background colour of the menu was golden, not just your ordinary golden, this golden shined. Literally. The borders were simply elegant, the inside the menu, all the dishes were neatly written in cursive, I guess. Secondly, the cover surface was so shiny, it almost reflected my face in it.
Yes, I did notice all this.
Holy fuck.
The cost though. I mean I did expect the food of a five star hotel to be costly, but this is a lot.
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