No pressure: A Rihanna/ Justin Bieber fanfic

Chapter 6: Reservations

*Justin's perspective*

~6:41 am, 2014 The Carlyle Hotel,New York~

I hand the keys of the car to valet, and try to return smile at the doorman as he warmly opens the gold plated doors.

The lobby is amazing. Slick black floors, lounges settees, it's really classy. My girl Rihanna has good taste.

I look around. I don't see her. Honestly I don't know if that scares me, or makes me happy. Nah I'm tripping. It's not even 7:00am, yet and I still need to make last minute reservation anyways. Everyone is dressed to the nines, like it's fashion week. I even recognize some of the guests from the MET Gala last night.

Man what a night, lol! I nearly got cuffed by those security guards. But it was worth it,

Everything was worth it, just to see her.

I mean not that I had planned it or anything, I was just looking for a good time, but you know.

I glance down at my silver Rolex.

6:41am. Damn, I still have to figure out these breakfast reservations!

I walk over to the concierge desk, which is the same sleek black color as the floor. A man in a suit looks down into his guest book behind the desk.
He continues to work as I stand there. I look at the black and gold clock mounted into the wall and then back at him.

I clear my throat.

He looks up. "Sorry didn't see you there, welcome to the Carlyle Hotel. How may I help."

I smile, "Hey,it's no problem. I would like to place a reservation at The Carlyle Restaurant for two."

He gritted his teeth. "I'll see what I can do, wait right here."

He walked out from behind the desk with a black folder and out of the lobby.
I watch as everyone with reservations begin to queue in line for the restaurant to open. A cute couple walks past me. That could be me and Rih had I played my cards right ahead of time.
I've really messed up, man.

I look up at the clock. It's 6:43am.

I adjust my cuff links.

It's surreal to think she could come down that staircase any minute now. Every thing feels like it's in High definition. I just want to make a good first impression. What if all tables are booked already? What if the manger can't seat us. What if, what if she doesn't come down the stairs at all?

I look down. There is a bowl of breath mints behind the concierge desk. Maybe a mint would take my mind off of everything.
My eyes scan the lobby to to see if anyone is watching.
I reach over the desk and dig my fingers into the bowl.
Are these Altoids? Is this just a bowl of Altoids? Bruh, this is really a nice hotel.

I pop one in my mouth.

Minty...

                              ~END CHAPTER~