F/n's Pov
I was dreading it. As I heard the bells jingle as we opened the door, Jack's soft hand clasped mine. They hadn't arrived yet. We were seated at a table near the back of the restaurant. I tensed up every time the bells rang and the door creaked open. By the time they were finally there, both of us had made up our minds on what to eat. I was going to have a diavola pizza, a lemonade and lime (I don't drink) and profiteroles. Jack was going to have a calzone, a Pepsi(he doesn't drink either) and pistachio Gelato. We waited for another half hour so my parents could decide, in the end they just had a margarita pizza to share. We chatted. The pizza came. They wondered why I was so quiet. They were talking too much. Typical parents. When the dreaded meeting was finally over, Jack treated me to a large bag of lemon bon bons, he knew they were my favorite. With their sour, sugary taste, they drowned out all of the bad times, including todays meetings. In the end, my parents decided they liked Jack, they would allow the wedding, this was good but I hated the tedious talk that had come before this decision
Jack's pov
F/n is so tense, lemon bon bons will calm her down. Hmm. Why is she always so worried. I guess her parents can be scary
