The Daughter of Apollo

Chapter Eighteen: Diet Water

Chapter Eighteen-Diet Water

A French waiter showed us to our table. His accent was very extremely thick; I had a hard time keeping up with what he was saying. He walked at a brisk pace making me feel like I'd have to run just to make it to our table when he does. "Madams and Monsieur, welcome to Fleur de Mur de Paris.Take a seat and weshallbewithyou in a moment." Our French friend waited impatiently for us to take our seats and even yelled at Connor for not pulling my chair out before he had sat down. Then he yelled at Travis for not sitting up straight and having proper dining etiquette. To me and Katie, this was all very funny. At least, it was until he started yelling at us for laughing.

Some of the even fancier people in the restaurant looked at us oddly. I swore I heard some old lady holding Opera glasses say to her husband or whoever the poor fellow next to her was 'I say, that's just ghastly behavior! And in public, too!'  

I wonder how she'll react when Travis and Katie start kissing.

Our waiter huffed indigently and stalked back to the door to greet another group of people who had come through.

"Well, he's...." Connor trailed off.

"Pleasant," I continued sarcastically. Travis and Katie nodded.

"Anyway, let's look at the menu!" Travis said, eagerly trying to change the subject.

"Travis, how are you guys paying for all of this? I mean, look at how expensive everything is!" Katie exclaimed, wide-eyed and mouth gaping. The other three of us looked at her oddly. It was obvious how these two got the money for this place. Katie looked up at us and saw us all giving her the same look.

"No...tell me you didn't-Travis Stoll! You did not-!" Travis cut Katie off with a quick kiss. She was still steaming, but at least now she was red with embarrassment rather than anger.

I stifled my laughter and looked at the menu. Sadly, it was all in really fancy script, and even though I wasn't dyslexic, I had to strain to read it. Eventually, I had to decide what I was having by the pictures. And none of it looked to appetizing. I sighed as I decided I'd just get a glass of water and a small plate of spaghetti stop by Leanne's afterward maybe. (Hopefully there'd be some pizza left.)

Closing the menu and setting it back down on the table, I proceeded to look around the restaurant, feeling as awkward as ever. My hand kept itching towards the handbag Katie had me bring. I had secretly stashed my iPod into it for emergencies. If there were any time for Linkin Park, now would be the time.

Just thinking about music got my fingers moving rapidly on the mahogany wood table.

And don't resent me

And when you're feeling empty

Keep me in your memory

Leave out all the rest, leave out all the rest

The lyrics kept swirling in my head like a tornado. Different lyrics to different songs of different genres. All blending together.

I want to be a Billionaire, so fuckin' bad-

Can we pretend that Airplanes in the night sky like shooting stars?-

In the End it doesn't even matter-

What I've Done-

Bleed it Out digging deeper just to throw it away-

I'm supposed to be the soldier, who never blows his composure-