He leads me to the front door where a guy is holding a clipboard. The guy is wearing a tuxedo, and I'm suddenly worried I'm underdressed.
"Reservation for McConnell." He says.
As the man looks on the clipboard for our name, I lean over and whisper in Jason's ear "you had to make reservations?" He just shrugs and turns back toward the man.
"Mr. McConnell please go on in."
We say a quick thank you to the man before walking in. I stare in wonder at the beautiful decorations around us. The first thing I notice is that the ceiling is made completely out of glass allowing you to look up and admire the million stars visible tonight. The candles are the only source of light in the room making it feel like we are actually outside. Then I notice that the tables are little boxes on the floor covered with a tablecloth. We get to sit on pillows around the box when we eat. My gaze wanders over everything taking in the marvelous restaurant. There is absolutely positively no way this restaurant was cheap. I look over at Jason and notice his eyes locked on me.
"How did you afford this?'
He shrugs "My dad owns it."
"YOUR DAD OW-" he stopped me by throwing his hand against my mouth. I stare at him with wide eyes like a deer caught in headlights. I feel his hot breath on my neck as he leans in to whisper something to me.
"Ok Kathleen I'm going to take my hand off your mouth, and you're not going to scream alright? Ok good."
He slowly removed his hand from my mouth. I close my mouth, and stare at him. He takes my hand and leads me over to our table that happens to be in the corner. I sit cross-legged on the floor and put my hands in my lap.
He sits down across from me and picks up the menu. Not knowing what to do I pick up the menu and look at it. One problem, though, everything's written in Italian so I have no idea what they are talking about. The waitress comes over to our table and asks what we want.
I look at Jason, so he turns and orders for both of us. I breathe a sigh of relief that I didn't have to embarrass myself further. We sit in silence for awhile listening to the music playing. It's smooth and rhythmic and makes you want to sway to the beat.
The waitress comes over with our order, and I'm kind of nervous not knowing what Jason ordered me. I almost want to laugh when it turns out to be just Fettuccine Alfredo. She sits down our plates, and napkins. I notice her wink at Jason, and I feel like slapping her. Wait, did I just say I wanted to slap her, I've never been violent before what's going on. I look over and my face falls as I see that she left her number on his napkin. We dig into our meal, and I let the sadness from before slip away.
"so how does your dad own this place?" I ask trying to get a conversation started.
"He bought this little building when he was eighteen with the dreams of being a chef. He fixed it up, and hired some people. Pretty soon he was offered a promotion to build one in Dallas, Texas, and it just kind of went on from there."
"So do you like work here sometimes then?"
"Yeah I love working here; it makes me want to own my own restaurant someday."
"Then do it."
"What do you mean?"
"Have your own restaurant. Your Dad did so you can too."
"Really? You think I could?"
"Of course" I say giving him a reassuring smile. He seems genuinely excited to own his own restaurant. I realize then that I really know nothing about Jason. We eat in silence for awhile, until the waitress come over and asks if we need anything. I immediately want to say no, but I bite my tongue to be polite.
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Hateful Love
Fiksi RemajaI've never been very noticed at school, and I liked it that way. I've never cared about how pretty I was, that is, until Jason shows up. Who knew one new kid could turn my life and the status quo upside down. I suddenly find myself wearing more make...
