Love The One You're With

Chapter 8 - Why is she here?

I rummage my closet for a dress to wear. Not that long but not that slutty either. A dress that says, this-is-just-a-meaningless-dinner-and-I-won't-be-sleeping-with-you dress! I just wish there's a dress that talks like that.

Millions of dresses on the floor after, I gave up and just decided to go with black pants and a blazer. Keeping my makeup simple and my hair up.

When I arrive to the restaurant, it is just 7:52 and I still have 8 minutes to panic and rurn this car around and never come back. That sound so immature though. I looked at myself in the mirror one more time and decided to open the car door. I can do this! Yes Jennifer, you can.

Entering the restaurant give me a chilly feels. Seeing Brad again in a public place where there are a lot of eyes and mouths make me so nervous. It will be impossible that this won't be on tabloids the next morning. Wishing that because of the bullshits that all the tabloids are saying, nobody will believe it this time.

I lurke my eyes searchinfg for Brad. But all I see are just people staring at me as I walk around the place. These moments are the moments that I really ask myself if am I really that pretty for people to look at me wherever I possibly go. Pat on the back or my gorgeous well-coordinated genes. But then, I realize I am a celebrity. They look at me because I am a celebrity. Oh, shotgun for all of you social-climbing people.

Then there's Brad, sitting on a table under a huge charcoal painting. Eyes sparkling like the ocean in a mid-summer days and you still can see it even if you're so far away. His eyes meet mine and I smile.

"Glad you make it!" he says as he stands and bump our cheeks together.

"Same!" I say. "Glad you're here too! Or I'll be just a loser celebrity who eats alone in a fancy restaurant." I added. Brad pulling the chair out for me and I sit down.

"You'd still eat here even if I stood you up?" he asks, eyebrows raised.

"Yah huh!" I exclaimed. "This is one of my favourite restaurants, don't you remember?"

"Of course I do!" he boasted.

A brunette man with blue beautiful eyes appeared next to our table. "Good evening! Do you want me now to say our specialties?" I examind him and no doubt he is hot! With a lot of producers and directors dining here, I wonder this boy isn't discovered yet.

I ordered a lighter meal since I ate with Courteney and Coco not that long ago.

"I'd have a Braised Beef Short Ribs and the Liberty Duck Confit." Brad says, showing the menu to the waiter.

"Oh ha! That's one hungry cannibal in there." I jokingly stated.

"I won't eat all of those!" he defended.

"What? B-but, then why did you order--"

I was distracted by the woman who just went out of the ladies' room. Well, I can say I'm not the only one, the whole place is. Heads turn as she walks toward our table in a white top and skin tone jeans.

"Good! You're already here." she say, smiling widely.

I just stare at her with amazement and a dropped jaw the whole time.