Pizza-line Bling

Greek Pizza

*Leslie's P.O.V.*

"Table for two, please," none other than Drake said. My head quickly span around, almost resulting in the breaking of my neck. Without giving it more thought, I run and hid my face with one of the sample menus the restaurant provided for the customers.

Thankfully enough, I succeeded and Drake went further into the place without noticing my presence. He was followed by an older woman who I assumed was his grandma.

The truth is it wasn't that I didn't want him to see me. It was that I didn't want him to see me with Spencer and make quick assumptions about us.

After a couple minutes we were too seated on an aeroplane themed table in the furthest distance from Drake's one. Spencer was acting like he hadn't even seen him, which was weird if you think that they actually work together.

"What are you going to get?" Spencer snapped me out of my thoughts, handing me a menu.

"Don't really know... I think I'm going to ask the waiter for suggestions or something," I shrugged. "I am not sure what each dish is," I said embarrassed.

"Are you going to try the Greek cuisine?" He asked again, trying to have me talk to him more.

"I guess."

Not long after that a man looking around his sixties approached our table. He was wearing a tall chef's hat in which was written the word 'captain'. He gave me a big smile and started talking.

"And what can I do for you, kids?" he sat down on the spare seat. "Have you been here before?"

I shook my head while Spencer gave him a negative answer on my behalf.

"Alright, then, do you have any preferences on the cuisine you are going to taste?"

We both agreed on Greek cuisine for starters and main course and then I chose French and Spencer Turkish for the dessert.

"Why don't you start with our tray of appetizers? It's a big tray with two portions of each appetizer, like Greek zucchini and cheese balls, salads, sauces and samples of our greatest grilled meat. Then you can either try homemade dishes, such as mousaka and pastitsio, or Greek street food, meaning the famous Greek souvlaki, which is like a taco, but with pita bread and Mediterranean stuffing."

I looked at Spencer who was listening closely to what the man was saying. It all sounded so complicated. Why not just get a pizza with the toppings you like? Why try new things when you have pizza? Why eat food when you have pizza?

Pizza is food too, you know...

Whatever.

"I think we are going to get the tray thing you mentioned and for the main course..." Spencer motioned to me.

"I'll get the Greek solvaki?" I frowned at the sound of my voice. I'm sure it wasn't exactly pronounced like that, but at least I tried? Don't kill me.

The old man started laughing like a freaking hyaena, making me blush and try to hide my face in Spencer's torso.

The entire restaurant was now looking at us, including the person I was trying not to get his attention.

Our eyes met, and I'm sure they wouldn't have left each other if the unexpected hadn't happened next.

Spencer, fucking *enter surname here*, kissed me.

No, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I'm exaggerating. He only kissed my forehead. But still!

Drake stood up from his seat and walked towards what seemed like the bathroom.

The waiter, having not noticed anything, cleared his throat to keep himself from laughing again.

"And what do you want in your
sou-vla-ki?" he said slowly. "There can be fried potatoes, tomato, lettuce, onion, sauce, and the meat you can choose from is chicken, beef, or gyros, which is practically chopped meat."

I ended up getting the same as Spencer, which was two 'souvlaki's with gyro, french fries, tomato and mustard & mayonnaise sauce, because as the waiter said, if you are going out later you'd better not eat onions and tzatziki sauce. They make your breath smell bad.

And I don't want a bad breath if there is any chance of kissing Drake...

Which there isn't, but- uh!

How is it possible that Drake is everywhere I go? He was the one delivering my pizza, then he was at the pizzeria when I went there with Mia and Katerina, and now here too?

The waiter had left our table, but I could feel a pair of eyes on me that wasn't Spencer's. I turned my head to the side and saw the woman who was accompanying Drake waving at me. I scratched my head and gave her a questioning look.

'Come here' she mouthed and waved her hand frantically.

This day can't get any worse, can it?

I excused myself and told Spencer I would be back in a minute. I stood up and started walking towards the woman's table.

She seemed tired, but if it wasn't for that, she wouldn't look that old. Her hair was greyish; the colour many girls these days mix with light blue and make it look extremely stylish. She had that look in her eyes that screamed 'help' and also 'I haven't slept well in days'.

When I reached her, she was holding a glass of water close to her lips. Her hands were shaking and I couldn't help, but move closer and hold it for her.

"Hun," she started once I set the glass down and sat down myself. "You don't know me, but I have heard so much about you. Drake talks a lot about you – well, used to. I know this might freak you out, but I know that he cares about you, though these days he seems a bit off."

I took a big breath and looked at her brown eyes. "I swear, I don't know what's wrong with him..." I told her honestly.

"It's okay, sweetheart. Drake is a good boy. But that's not why I called you here," she put a hand on her forehead and sighed. "I am sick. It's such a coward move to say that to you other than my family first, but I want to ask for a favour."

This had started to freak me out. It wasn't the fact that the poor lady was asking for a favour, but more that she was confessing her sickness to me. I felt like the guy who has to transfer the bad news to the people of an empire.

"Can you take care of Drake for me?"

That question made me tear up. There was so much pain in this woman and so much love for her family that I just couldn't contain my tears.

My hand found hers as a teardrop fell on her cheek. "I am leaving soon, I can feel it. Please tell me that you will take care of him."

"Trust me, Mrs-"

"-You can call me Azura."

"Azura..." I muttered. "I really don't know what to say, oh goodness..."

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-" she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.

"No, that's not it," I tried calming her down. "I-I just... Drake isn't talking to me. He hasn't spoken to me for three days and I do not even know the reason behind his behaviour. I want to help you. I want to care for Drake like you do. I want to help you," I repeated.

Azura closed her eyes slowly and opened them back wide. "Leslie, isn't it?" I nodded. "Please come for dinner tomorrow. I will tell Drake and his mum about my sickness, but I can't do it alone. I'm sure Drake will overreact and I won't be able to stop him from doing anything bad. Whatever has happened between you... We will find a solution. Just come. Please?"

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how my boring life having Spencer as my co-star officially ended.