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Why now?(Robker)

5 months from now

"Hello, I'm William and I will be your server tonight. Now, would you like to start with any appetizers or drinks from the bar?" The blonde waiter asked with a cheeky smile. Parker awkwardly cleared his throat.

"Um, just a... can I just have a margarita?" Parker asked quietly. William smiled and wrote it down on his note pad.

"Anything else?"

"Yes, onion rings, please mate. And I guess waters all around?" Robbie said as he skimmed over the menu in his hand. William nodded and smiled.

"Okay, I'll be back with you drinks." The group smiled at William and he left to go fetch their drinks.

"So... how are you Robbie? I mean, jeez, it's been what? 5 months?" Sophie smiled, placing her menu down as she began the small talk. Robbie chuckled.

"Yeah, I guess it's been that long." He glanced at Parker for a beat then turned his attention back to the woman sitting in the booth adjacent to him.

"So how are you?"

Robbie shrugged.

"I'm okay," he looked down at his watch, tapping it and then glancing at the door to the restaurant. "Al should be here any day now, she's always late."

"Oh yeah! How is your wife?" Sophie asked. Parker snorted but then buried his nose in his menu when Sophie looked over at him.

"She's, um, fine I guess." Robbie said. There was silence for a few minutes till a cheerful voice broke the silent wall.

"Hiya!"

Robbie flinched and forced a smile on his face while moved over to make room for his wife in the booth. Sophie looked up from her menu and smiled at the young woman.

Parker glanced up and let out a sigh, sliding his eyes over the menu again for the fifth time.

"Hi, Al. So what are you going to order?" Robbie asked in a monotone. Al's smile faded as she shrugged and opened the menu.

"Chicken, maybe?"

"So, Al, we don't spend a lot of time together which is weird seeing how close our husbands are," Sophie smiled. Parker looked over at Robbie and gulped, Robbie smirked behind his menu and pretended to read it. "What is Al short for?"

"Oh, it's short for Alice," Al smiled. Sophie blinked.

"Alice? Isn't Al a bit... manly?" Sophie said uneasily. Al shrugged.

"Robbie likes it," she gestured to the man next to her. "So chicken sounds okay then, Robbie?"

He nodded silently.

"So... Parker and Robbie have planned this so they must have something interesting to share." Sophie glared at her husband who hadn't said anything except his drink order. Parker looked over at Robbie and cleared his throat as he placed his menu down slowly.

"Well--"

"Okay! Here's your margarita, sir," William set the glass down in front of Parker then set the plate of onion rings down, along with the waters. "Okay! Are we ready to order or do we need a few minutes?"

"Oh, well Parker was just going to say--"

"Nope! We're ready!" Parker interrupted with a nervous laugh.

Parker ordered for himself and then Sophie ordered next, and just before Robbie could say the cliché line of "I'll just have what he's having," Al ordered the chicken for the two of them. William smiled and wrote it down, taking their menus and turning to head off to the kitchen.