Stolen

Chapter Two

I head outside and saw a 2017, Range Rover. I cannot believe that this is my Uber, I walked to the passenger side and knock on the window when it was rolled down I asked "are you my Uber?", He doesn't answer at once mainly because he's there looking at me from head to toe whilst licking his lips. "Hello?!, Are you my Uber or not?". That quickly gets him to snap to attention, "Yes, I am. Get in". I roll my eyes before opening the door and sitting inside. I've never been inside a range before and I was in awe. I sat peering over from the back seat on all the do hickeys in the front. I know nothing about cars. "Your destination please" the Uber driver said. I told him where I was going and then we were off, it was now 5:48. I'm always punctual whenever I go out but I worried I wasn't going to be punctual this evening, the restaurant isn't too far away but my Uber driver kept peeking over at me and he was driving incredibly slow.
"Do you want to take a picture?" I ask rudely. "You've been staring at me non stop and it's getting quite creepy"
My Uber driver, who's name I found out is Kevin gave me the stink eye before turning his focus back on to the road. I felt really bad, why was I being so rude. I was jus about to apologise when the car came to a stop in front of the restaurant. I paid Kevin and gave him a twenty dollar tip. This was my way of apologising. It's 5:58 guys. I'm late, I step down from the car as daintily as I can and waddle-run to the restaurant door, I took a second to school my face into a demure look. I walk to the door and it's opened for me by a kind gentleman, "Thank you Sir" he didn't get a chance to reply before I was pounced upon by the hostess.
"Good Evening my name is Abrigail and welcome to Pastalino Restaurant, would you like to be seated in our public or private section?"
"Actually, I'm here to meet someone, I'm not sure if he has arrived as yet. Could you check your quest list please. He made an appointment under the name Smith". While the hostess looked for the name I took a look around the restaurant. It was breathtakingly beautiful.
There was a small Crystal fountain in the center of the room, beautiful glass chandelier hanging from the ceiling. There are pieces throughout the restaurant that recalls the Italian tradition. It's a black and white setting with the table cloths, napkin and even the plates matching up. There is soothing music being placed somewhere off to the left and the beautiful aroma coming from the kitchen was assaulting my nose. There was a calmness in the atmosphere and I closed my eyes to relish in it.
"Yes! There is a Mr Smith here waiting for you at table 6!" I was snapped out of my reverie by the hostess who without waiting for me was marching in the direction of what I presume is table six. Hurrying behind her, my head swiveling from side to side I didn't notice her stop and I clumsily bumped into sending her sprawling into the man seated at the table.
"I am so sorry, I am so very sorry Miss" the man at this point had gotten up after helping the hostess up and off him. She gave me a dirty look before walking away. I watched her depart with regretful eyes.
"So, it seems you've made someone really upset at you" came the smoothest English accented voice I've ever heard" I spun around and came face to chest to my date. Damn!