I'm Open

Chapter 2

Drew? Drew Baxxter? Mr. Baxxter? What do I call him? Those were my thoughts as he walked me into the restaurant. 

Levi's as a very fancy restaurant. I only have seen the outside, to poor to actually come inside and have a meal. 

The paintings that lined the halls looked delicately placed and were simple but relaxing. Nothing too complex. The lights that were in the ceiling lite up the restaurant perfectly. The lamps that lite up specific tables and booths so elegantly picked out and crafted. The tables were a brown cherry color that matched perfectly with the polished wooden walls and beige colored table clothes. The plates and silverware were already placed. The plates were a simple white and the utensils a silver with a golden outline. the whole place screamed money. 

Drew let go of my hand and walked to the hostess' and told her, his name. She smiled and started walking to our table. He turned to me, put out his hand waiting for me, to place mine in his, and smiled. "Miss. Valentina." I placed my hand in his and we walked to our table. 

When the hostess directed us to our table, I was confused. There was another, older man, sitting there already with a middle aged women accompanying him. 

"Mr. Baxxter," The man smiled. "How have you been?" He stood and put out his hand for Drew to shake.

Drew smiled. "Great Mr. Heller. You?" Drew shook Mr. Heller's hand and sat down. 

"Very Well. You remember my wife Charlotte?" He put his arm lovingly around Charlotte and she leaned into him.

"Of course. Hello Charlotte. This is my girlfriend, Cara. Cara Valentina." Girlfriend?  Drew put his arm around my back, like Mr. Heller did to his wife. Only difference is, Drew kissed my head. 

Relax. You are getting paid to do this. I thought to myself.

I held onto Drew's hand as he and Mr. Heller started to talk about something that seemed important. I kept to myself as they continued. I only spoke when the waiter came to take our drinks and meal, and the few times I was brought into the conversation. Other than that, I stayed quite, not wanting to jeopardize my pay.

After our dinner our arrived, Charlotte started up a conversation with me.

"So, You and Mr. Baxxter, yes?" Charlotte said, not in a snarky voice, but not in a friendly voice either. 

I smiled and nodded my head, not wanting to blow my cover. 

"Mr. Baxxter never had a girlfriend before." 

Still doesn't I thought. Once again, I smiled and nodded. 

"You don't talk much do you?"

I, again, smiled and nodded. 

"How long have you been dating?"

I didn't know what to say. I haven't reversed any of this. What if I say something different than Drew? Oh, my. I'm going to blow it, and we haven't even got to the reason I am here. I opened my mouth to come up with a lie when Drew spoke up. 

"About three months now, right baby?"

"Yea, three months." I smiled up at Drew, thankful he saw my trouble. 

"Very nice." Mr. Heller said. 

Drew and Mr. Heller went back to talking, me eating my salad, and Charlotte looking at me like there is something off. I was getting annoyed. 

"I have to go to the restroom. I will be right back." I said squeezed Drew's hand so he could acknowledge what I have just said.

"Okay baby. Don't be long." Drew smiled.