After searching through some amazing dresses for 3 hours we decided to get some lunch in this really cool steak bistro. It has this very pub-ish vibe (brick wall and dark) to it but still very much a restaurant. And yes steak is the only menu, but we can choose the side dish, the sauce, and the meat. I order beef steak with mushroom sauce and mashed potatoes and carrot and peas. Cate order deer steak with mushroom and unions sauce with green beans and roasted tomatoes. While waiting our order to come, Cate got a phone-call from her fiancè. So I ended up sitting alone on our table.
Then I heard someone yelled, “You’re fucking late, Andy. There’s two fucking rules in my kitchen. Don’t suck and don’t be late. GET OUT!” I leaped a bit hearing a deep blaring guy voice. My table is the closest to the kitchen and the table next to me is quite far so I don’t think anyone but me heard it. Except maybe the employees, they give each-other “here we go again” signals. Some sighed and rolled their eyes, but some even chuckle while shaking their head. Then there it go, a bald man with un-shaved beared for weeks with all-white chef clothes that shown his bloated belly. He looks upset, furious even. He took his apron angrily and throw it at the cashier table, he walked to the front door passing in front of me. He storms off, mumbling something, sounds like “Fucking child”. Few seconds after that the waiter come with a tray of our foods and drinks that looks absolutely delicious.
“I’m really sorry about the disturbance, miss.” The waiter said while placing hot plate. It’s still sizzling and smells so good.
“It’s okay.” I said as Cate return to our table. The waiter left then Cate took her seat.
“What happened? There’s a fat guy storm off looking very pissed.” She asked, I shrugged telling her I don’t know. “Well, anyway this look and smell very good. Shall we eat?” I nod, I’m starving. The steik is delicious oh my God. The second best steik I ever tasted, the first is my mom’s steik.
“The steik is so good.” I said ecstatically.
“I know right, it’s Casper’s cousin’s restaurant. Anndd, he has agreed to cater the wedding.” She said looking very excited talking about her wedding day. I smile, very happy to see my best friend to be this happy. And the weirdest thing is that I haven’t even met her fiancè, Casper.
“Hey, how come I haven’t met your fiancè?” I asked.
“Maybe because you just arrived here?” she chuckled, right but I mean I have no imagination of him. Cate been bragging about Casper couple months before she decided to move to London with him. But I never seen a picture. They met when Cate went to London for a holiday with her parents. Cate was very bored because her parents don’t want to do something fun, so she decided to walk around London alone. She didn’t know where to go, but the first thing popped up in her mind is the London Eye. So she went there with the help of London map. When she got there she got scarred to ride the London eye. Out of nowhere Casper showed up and asked her to ride the London eye with him because he’s also alone and never ride it before although he’s British. She described him as really tall, blue eyes, dark hair, and has a really strong jaw line. They ended up driving the London eye and exploring London together. Then when she got home to Ohio, she couldn’t stop talking about him. They skyping and emailing like all the time. I should’ve know she’ll ditch me for him, they’re so in love. Even talking about him, make her very happy.
“You could met him tomorrow though. Luke is opening a new restaurant couple blocks from our place.” She said.
I tilt my head to the side. “Who’s Luke?” I asked.
“Casper’s cousin. You should met him, he’s such a nice guy.” She said while sipping at her lemonade.
“Is he also the chef?” I asked.
“Of course. He’s very good cook, and very succesful for a young cook.” She said.
“I don’t think he’s that nice.”
“Why? You’ve met him?”
“No, the guy that stormed off is pissed because of him. He kicked him out of the kitchen.” I whispered.
“Geez, really? Luke is really intense when it come to cooking, a perfectionist.”
“I can see that.” I said quitely.
“You’ll meet him tomorrow night.” She said, smiling her meaningful smile while raising her eyebrows. Cate is throwing a party to tell her and Casper’s friends about the engagement.
“What are you trying to do Cate?” I sighed.
“Nothing.” She said acting so innocent. “But you know, he’s single and you’re single. So I don’t know what might happen.” She said. I don’t even know what to say, I just shook my head in disbelieve that my friend actually doing my mom’s job, set me up on a date.
Well different than Cate, whose the one just popped out of nowhere. Mine is a bit tricky to find. I have 2 boyfriends in the past 4 years. The first one is Ashton, an exchange student from Australia. He has a curly hair, dimples, and shining hazel eyes. He looks kind of like Harry, but Ashton has chubbier cheeks. I like to poke his cheeks right where his dimples were. He is really fun and bubbly person. His laugh is like school girl, and sometimes he looks like squirrel. We dated for almost 8 months, but he broke up with me, he said, “I’m gonna leave in a few months. I don’t want to broke your heart, so I think we better off as friend.” But he did broke it, big time.
Then I started to dated another guy name Matt. We met at a CD shop, and buying the same Mumford and Sons’ album. He has long black hair in the middle of his head and shaved the side of his head. He likes to pull it back when he talked. He has a really lean figure and a cleft chin. He’s in a rock band, which songs I love. When he’s shy, he like to look down and smile super cutely. We dated for almost 9 months but broke up because he said, I’m too young. I was furious, I mean I know he’s 4 years older than me but come on, I don’t act like a baby around him and whine about stupid stuffs. It’s not like he’s 20 years older than me. And it’s not that I could change my age. Well, he’s an asshole. After Matt, I never really date anymore. I’m too brokenhearted.
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Summer Breeze (One Direction & 5SOS fanfic)
Romance“So what do you want to do with your life?” That question has been on my mind for God knows how many months. The day Dad finally has the courage to ask me that. He worries too much, I always think that. But that is the day I actually worried about...
