"Whose cars are we taking?" Robin asked. "I'm happy."
Gemma was wearing skinny jeans and a floral top. Her lips were a glossy pink that shone in the summer evening sun. Pink was definitely a theme.
"I can drive if you want." I offered. "I don't drink so it means someone else can instead if I do."
"You can drive my car." Harry said, throwing me the keys. I caught them and grinned.
"There we are then. Are you sure you don't mind driving Lilo?" Jay asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine with it, as long as Harry doesn't mind me being behind the wheel of his precious Porsche." I laughed.
"Yup, let's go." Harry opened the door of the car so Gemma could climb in the back. Robin got in the car while Anne locked the front door. She was wearing a black skirt and a red blouse. She looked really nice. Her hair looked natural and effortless.
I climbed into the driver's seat of Harry's Porsche. He was sat in the seat next to me wearing chinos and a shirt, the neck was open so his tanned neck was on display, his collar bones just peeking through. I had to stop myself from kissing him passionately there and then. Gemma was in the back seat.
I bit my lip and turned the key in the ignition. The engine roared to life and I grinned. I'd never driven a car as powerful as this before. Harry laughed at my reaction, his perfect chuckle filling the car.
As I was backing out of the driveway Gemma squealed. Harry twisted around in his seat to look at her. "What's wrong?" He asked, confused.
"Are these Christian Louboutin's?" She gasped. Harry looked at me and smirked.
"Yeah, they are."
"Whose are they?"
I glanced in the rear view mirror and saw her slowly turning them around in her hands, looking at them from all angles.
"Well, they're not going to be mine are they!" he laughed. "They're Lilo's."
"Oh my gosh, you're so lucky! Why aren't you wearing them tonight?"
"Because when I put them on I become 6 foot 2 and tower over most people." I laughed.
I kept an eye on the black Land Rover in front of me. I didn't know where I was going so I was following them through the streets.
"They're gorgeous." She sighed.
I pulled up outside a small Italian restaurant. The large glass windows showed the classic Italian interior. It was fairly busy. There were waiters walking between tables in white shirts and black trousers, carrying trays of drinks on one hand high in the air.
We all got out of the car and I gave Harry the keys to his car.
"That was the best drive of my life. I've never driven a car like that before!" I took Harry's hand as we walked over to his Mums car to meet up with them. Gemma walked ahead calling her mum.
"It is pretty snazzy isn't it?" He smirked.
"Gemma told me you have the nicest shoes ever." Anne said as we approached them. "Louboutin's are her favourites."
"Ah, mine too. Great minds..." I smiled.
"Shall we go in then?" Robin asked. We nodded and followed him in. He asked for a table for five and we followed the man to the round table in the corner. A few people noticed Harry and got a bit excited; he just smiled at them and carried on walking. Not once letting go of my hand.
He pulled out my chair for me as I went to sit down. I looked up at him as I tucked my chair in a bit and smiled. He winked in response and squeezed my shoulder as he sat down next to me.
"So, order what you want. It's my treat." He said to everyone.
"Hmm…" Robin pondered. "In that case..."
