Love

Chapter 3

"What do you mean you're out of Marinara," yelled Joseph.

The waiter looked at the group of high school kids in front of him, and knew there was nothing he could do amount the lack of marinara. But his fuse was running thin, and if he didn't want to say something he'd later regret, he was going to need to get out of there.

"I'll see what I can do sir," he replied and sped off towards the kitchen, desperate to distance himself from the self entitled youth bellowing at him.

"You didn't have to be so rude Joseph," Tori said glaring at Joseph.

"Yeah, you really didn't. I mean what can he really do," agreed Brennan. 

He'd worked in the food industry a few times and knew from first hand experience that, sometimes the waiter can't really do anything about a situation like that, it's the cook's fault.

"I just hope he doesn't spit in our food now. Thanks for that Joseph," Kacey chimed

"Anyway it's only breadsticks Jo, you can go without a dipping sauce," Tori said, snapping a breadstick off in her mouth,

The waiter returned with his manager, the only subtle difference that separated the two was apparently a collared shirt.

 "I'm deeply sorry about this inconvenience sir, but we are completely out of marinara sauce. I'd be happy to fetch you some Alfredo sauce," the manager said, offering up anything he could so this youth didn't prolong the scene.

Joseph opened his mouth, but Tori, fearing what rude and snarky comment would exit his mouth, spoke before Joseph could utter a syllable.

"It's fine, I think we'll just order if that's okay," Tori said, glancing at Joseph trying to make sure he continued his silence.

The group ordered, the waiter refilled their drinks and then disappeared into the kitchen to submit their food order.

"So what's this new car of yours," Tom asked, gesturing towards the parking lot. He had been able to remain silent during the whole marinara debacle, as he didn't see what good adding a third voice would do.

"It's not a car, it's a JEEP," Tyler replied quickly, feeling a little self righteous with his new love, taking a small sip from his water.

"Oh hop off your high-horse B. you've had a Jeep for what, about seven hours," Joseph interrupted, looking between both Tori and Brennan.

"He's not lying Bri," Tori said looking at Brennan.

"Anyways. The JEEP," Kacey said fanning off the others,

"Tell us about it," Tom continued, skating over the three comments.

"Well, it's a 2004 Jeep TJ Sahara hardtop on 35"s, with an Eaton lockers front and rear," Brennan rambled off.

The group of teens looked at Brennan in awe. None of them had ever heard that line of words.

"What is a locker," Tori said quizzically,

"Basically... It makes your tires spin at the time when you need traction going to all four tires," Brennan elaborated.

"Well enough with the technical stuff. What color is it," Joseph asked,

"Light blue and it's beautiful," Tori exclaimed, as she did her typical double-handed wave.

"Well maybe I'll take the top off later and we can all go for a ride," Brennan said to the group, they all nodded their agreement as their waiter set down the first plate of food.