Rude - Grayson Dolan

23 - "broken"

Angela

It felt strange going out without Grayson. To not hold his hand secretly, hoping, knowing else will see and to not hear him whisper sweet nothings in my ear.

The restaurant seemed modern as the driver pulled into the curb before jumping out and opening the car door. I watched as Ethan climbed out first so he could offer is hand to Christina's, helping her down before offering his hand to help me down. Giving him a thankful nod, I followed the couple as they led the way towards the open windowed restaurant which had sea food as its speciality, my least favourite type of food.

Bright, flashing lights where shooting at us as we made our way towards the entrance, my hand covering my eyes to shade them from the sun-like brightness. Ignoring various shouts asking about Grayson and I's relationship, whether he had gotten himself a new girl or not. I focus on Christina's loud giggle as she clings to Ethan's arm, her face burried in his shoulder and I know she's laughing at the man whose desperately wanting to be invited to their wedding.

Bright lights hung from the wooden ceiling as we entered, a doorman holding open the door open for him and I thank him as I walk through. The warmth hits me instantly and I begin to look around the dimly lit restaurant.

"Reservation for Dolan, please." Ethan smiles at the tall lady behind the marble table, her long black hair pinned away from her face as she begins to flip the pages of the large reservation book.

I couldn't help but think that Grayson would never ask as politely as Ethan had done. Grayson would have been expected to be known and would have walked straight past the kind looking lady, ignoring her calls if she called him back. He would be offended and become angry if they didn't know of him and would sarcastically tell them to google him, to check up on The New York Times.

"Yes, Matt will be your waiter this evening, he will lead you to your table." She says before gesturing her hands to the familiar man who grins towards me and I couldn't help but shyly smile back at him before tucking a lose strand of blonde hair behind my ear.

As Matt leads us to a large table in which is far away from everyone else, Christina turns around to look at me, her hand now squeezing Ethan's and she gives me a knowing wink before I let out a embarassed laugh. I quickly walk behind the couple as we get to the table.

"I'll take your coats." Matt speaks as he turns around to face us, his green eyes meeting mine instantly and I nod in reply before shrugging off my black coat. Our three coats hang over his muscled arm and he turned towards the black coat rack behind him to hang up the coats and I turn away from the attractive man to face our table.

The dark brown oak is covered in a golden clothe, the red serviettes neatly folded in fans and tall wonder glasses are standing upside down. Christina makes her way towards the red cushioned seat in which Ethan had just pulled out for her before I move to the one he had just pulled out for me.

Matt stands with his hands clasping eachother infront of his front, waiting for us to be seated so he could ask us what drinks we would like and he asks as soon as Ethan sits down.

"We'll have a bottle of your best white wine, please." Ethan tells Matt who nods in reply and I fiddle with my fingers in my lap, feeling strange to not interwine them with Grayson's secretly under the table as we struggle to eat with one hand.

"Could I just have water, please?" Christina says immediately before Matt leaves, her hand is placed on Ethan's shoulder as she twists her body in able to see Matt whom was about to leave to get the wine.