Moonlight 💜 Stefan Salvatore

SIX

We went in the restaurant. It looked fancy, and pretty expensive.

A worker came up to us. "Hello there," she said.

"Hello. Table for two, please," Stefan requested.

"Oh sure...." she blushed.

The waitress stared at Stefan. I was a little bit jealous. My blood boiled inside of me for some reason.

"Follow me." We started to walk after her.

"Here is your table." she looked at Stefan with a flirtatious smile.

She sat us down at the table and handed us some menus. "So any idea what you want to drink?"

"I will have vodka and she will have milk."

I darted my eyes at him. She wrote it down in a tiny notebook.

"It will be right back." she smiled.

"Really? Milk?" I hissed. "I could've ordered it myself!"

"Well I am a gentleman." he smirked.

I rolled my eyes at him. I opened the book as my eyes scrolled down for what to eat. Page by page, there was nothing I wanted, finally I found something to eat.

"You know what you want?" He asked.

"Yes, I want spaghetti and meatballs."

"You like Italian food?"

"Yeah."

The same lady came back to us with our drinks.

"Here is your vodka, and here is your milk, Are you ready to take your orders or do you need a bit-"

"We're ready." Stefan cut her off.

"Ok what would you like to eat?"

Her head went straight to Stefan I don't know why but I felt jealous again.

"Oh.. I would like to have salad," Stefan told her.

"Ok, what would you like to have?" her head turned to me.

"I would like to have spaghetti and meatballs."

"Thank you, I would be right back with your orders."

"Thank you."

As soon as she left I asked, "Really why are you having salad?"

"What? There was nothing I wanted." He furrowed his eyebrows.

I mean to be honest, out of all the other foods, he just had to choose salad. Smh.

"Whatever."

We waited for 10 minutes until the waitress came, finally she had arrived.

"Here is your salad. And here is your spaghetti
and meatballs."

"Thank you." Stefan cheerfully smiled.