Good Girls Make Bad Boys Worse

Chapter Five

"Leonora Albright"

"Follow me miss Albright"

Trey and I walked trough the restaurant and it was beautiful like always. It was a slightly dark room with grey and dark blue walls filled with beige and bright furniture. The chandeliers from the ceiling were my favourite, because they made me feel like I was in a castle.

The stares were the best thing about coming here. Usually I was here with my family, and every single one in this room knew who my dad was, mainly because he also owned this restaurant.

This time the stares were different. I recognize some people in here who nodded at me, but most people stopped eating for a second when they spotted Trey. He was still dressed in his loose pants and a white t-shirt, not showered after a long day of work. I loved that look, but clearly people in here weren't used to it.

I looked back at Trey who had a nervous look in his eyes. He glanced around the room and felt the stares, but he clearly didn't enjoy it the way I did. He looked at me and then at the ground.

I felt a little bad putting him in this environment, but he just made me go the Bronx at night, so I guess we're even. He never made me do anything though.

We arrived at the table, a private booth that I had ordered just for tonight. I could tell he was a bit uncomfortable about the situation. If dad didn't own this restaurant, Trey would probably never have been able to come in dressed like that, but the staff knew me, and they didn't want any trouble with my dad.

Trey looked around then at me. He was picking at his thumb nervously and then he looked down at the menu.

"I ordered the private booth, so you would feel a bit more comfortable," I said trying to get him to calm down.

He looked at me and then at the menu. "Thanks."

The tension was too much to handle, so I waved the waiter over.

"Are you ready to order?" He asked looking at me, only glancing at Trey.

"Yes, we'll do the ten-course meal and we'll start with a white vine, the French one I like," I said knowing exactly what to do.

"Are you having a celebration? I don't believe I can recall a special event. Your birthday is not for another two to three weeks if I remember correctly?" He asked.

"You have such a good memory. No, I just wanted to give my friend here a culinary experience of a lifetime,"

The waiter nodded and walked away.

Trey looked at me and then he laughed a little. "Ten-course meal?"

"Yes my friend, you have to try a bit of everything." I said with a smile.

"Isn't that a waste of food?"

"No, it's small plates. I've seen you eat, you probably won't be wasting any," I laughed.

He laughed and shook his head. The tension between us was passing away.

The wine arrived and we cheered. I could tell that he was starting to enjoy himself. We drank a whole glass before the first meal arrived, probably because the situation was so new for both of us. It helped a bit to get some alcohol in the system.

The booth we were sitting in was very private, and nobody else in the restaurant could see us. Couples used to book this table for date-night, when they wanted to get a little intimate at dinner. A hand on the thigh, a kiss between bites, wandering hands have been caught by some of the waiters, but with the two of us, it was not intimate. He was sitting far away from me, which bothered me a bit. But a ten-course dinner meant a long night. A long night meant a lot of wine.