Bailamos? | Mark Owen [Take That]

Chapter 09

It's not necessary for me to tell you with every detail how my date with Mark was, is it? Okay, by the look on your face it seems I just have to...

As soon as we walked out of Liz's house, Mark turned to me and explained me that as he was surely going to get lost on his way from the city to Liz's house, he talked to the people at the hotel he was staying at and they got him a chauffer.

"Uuuuh... Now I believe you're a popstar Mark... Popstars always have a chauffer" I teased and the driver opened up the car door for us to get in "Merci beaucoup monsieur"

"You're welcome miss" the chauffer replied and Mark laughed.

A short while afterwards we were on our way to the big city in this rented car and I dunno if it was because we were both nervous or because Mark noticed I was nervous, but we didn't speak much. The only thing I hoped was that Mark didn't turn out to be an ass and that I would have a nice evening out with a popstar...

"So... Are you hungry Angie?"

"Me? Like... now?"

"Yeh. You... like now" he replied mocking me

"Hmmm... well... errrmmmm"

"I got reservations" he told me smiling.

"Ah you did?"

Dammit! I would have to eat in front of him in some posh restaurant! I'd have preferred going to a fair or something...

"I did"

"Where?"

"You know this place...."

What place was he gonna say? I wasn't in the mood for any fish so I prayed he didn't want to take me to South Street Seaport -although I love seafood I knew I was gonna feel sick afterwards. Chinatown? No... he wouldn't dare... The Ritz? Gawd I just hoped it was not an exclusive place or they wouldn't let me in dressed as I was! Wait... Mark was not wearing a tuxedo either...

"What place Mark?"

"That one!" he said excitedly and pointed out of the car window.

I bent a little to see what bloody place Mark was pointing at and I couldn't believe it! He was pointing to a big yellow 'M' on our right as the driver parked the car in the car park.

"We're having dinner at McDonald's?" I asked.

"Yeah... Why? Oh don't tell me McDonald's food make you sick!"

"Nahhhhhh! I could eat 24/7 in McDonald's... of course I would end up being a really fat and unhealthy woman, but still..." I said laughing.

Mark gave me a huge smile and we hurried ourselves out of the car as I grabbed his hand to fly into one of my favourite places to eat... I'm American remember?

"What you gonna have?" I asked him enthusiastically while we waited to place our orders.

"I don't know... what are you going to have?"

"Big Mac, big fries and a big coke with no ice" I quickly said without thinking it much "Oh and loads of catsup for my fries"

"You're quick to make some decisions, aren't you?" he told me grinning evilly and I knew what he was actually referring to.

"I may be quick to make some kind of decisions but I'm always careful with what I decide" I winked at him.

We got to where the cashier was smiling at us as if she were a robot or something and as Mark couldn't decide what to have for dinner I encouraged him to order the same I was gonna eat.