Under The Bridge(Chresanto August)

3.2

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And if you haven't heard yet, Santo dropped "Tricks" on Soundcloud, it's amazing! Go check it out!

Also, I have a job interview today. Wish me luck, I'm nervous.

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"What do you want, baby?" Chres asks, holding my hand from across the table.

"I don't know. Whatever is cheapest." I look through the menu.

"Girl, I didn't take you here to be cheap. Get what you want." He chuckles, rubbing his thumb over my knuckles.

"Um, I'm okay with the Texas cheese fries." I tell him.

"What do you want to drink?"

"Root beer." I smile.

He chuckles, "I should have known."

I lean across the table, pecking his lips quickly.

He smiles at me, just as the waitress arrives.

"What can I get for you tonight?" She asks, mainly looking at Chres.

"A full Texas cheese fries, with a root beer. And nachos with a Dr. Pepper." Chres answers.

"Alright, and what for the main coarse?" She asks.

"Crispy Chicken Crispers and the classic bacon burger." He answers.

"Any dessert?"

"Two of the skillet chocolate chip cookies." He answers.

"Anything else for you, sir?" She asks.

He smiles at me, running his thumb over my knuckles and grabbing my other hand. "Do you want anything else, beautiful?"

"No, thank you." I smile.

"Then we're good. Thanks." He keeps his eyes on me.

The woman walks off, and he leans over the table, waiting for a kiss. I gladly kiss him, keeping it slow since we are in a restaurant.

"I love you." He places his hand under my chin, holding my face.

"I love you too." I smile.

He pecks my lips again, "Are you ready to get married?"

"Yeah." I nod, smiling happily. "Are you?"

"Yes." He moves hair from my face. "You are so unbelievably gorgeous, Melanie."

"Thanks." I blush.

"I mean it." He tells me. "You're beautiful."

He goes to lean in and kiss me again, but the waitress comes back, purposefully setting everything in the middle, so her arm goes between us, ruining our moment.

"Thanks." I mumble, taking mine.

"Thank you." Chres chuckles.

She nods, telling us our main coarse should be out soon. "Here, try these, daddy." I lift a fry to his mouth as the waitress finally leaves again.

He lets me feed him the fry, before nodding. "That's good, mama. Try these."

I let him feed me one of his nachos. "It's good."

We eat our own food, occasionally feeding each other. Eventually, our main course arrives.

"Okay, you need to come closer. You're too far away from me." Chres complains, tugging on my hand.