Chapter 19

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"Toby," Spencer says. "We've been driving around for thirty minutes, where are you taking me?"

"You'll see in a few minutes when we get there."

"Get where? We've been driving around town all evening."

"Not all evening," he says.

"It's just an expression."

"We're almost there."

After they left Toby's apartment, he insisted that they have some fun. Spencer wanted to know what he was planning, but he kept saying, "you'll see." It's actually starting to annoy her. She doesn't like waiting or surprises. The last time someone surprised her was her ex-boyfriend. She caught him in bed with another woman. Alex claimed it was because Spencer never wanted to go that far with him and he just needed a bed buddy until she was ready. That prick.

Not even five minutes later, they pulled into the parking lot of a small restaurant that looks like an old bar. Toby unbuckled his seatbelt and got out. Spencer followed after him. The inside of the restaurant has a bar up front with two bartenders serving people. There are six other tables set up around the place. The place is lit in dim red, and white lighting giving the room a comfortable glow. On the left side of the room, there is a little stage with a karaoke machine. Two people are up there right now singing some rap song. Toby leads the way to a table over in the corner far away from the bar. Neither one of them will be drinking tonight.

"What is this place?" Spencer asks while taking off her jacket.

Underneath her jacket, she had on a black like tank top shirt with a light jean jacket and a necklace with a shark tooth. She told him once that she bought it two summers ago when she and her friends went to some Island for a vacation. She also had on a pair of black pants. Toby settled on a white t-shirt, a blackish gray jacket, and a pair of dark blue jeans. He too has on a necklace, but it's just a chain necklace painted black.

"This is Sampson's Smoke House," he answers her question.

"It's nice," she says.

A waitress dressed in a black and white pants suit along with a black tie came over to the table, the girl has long, choppy blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, hazel eyes, a slight hint of a suntan, and she wore a light shade of red lipstick. This girl didn't look much taller than Spencer and she's about 5.7, so this girl must be 5.6. She looks to be about 22 or 23 years-old. She gives them each a menu then pulls out a notepad and pencil out of her pocket. Her name tag says Angela.

"Okay, what can I get you?"

"Uh," Toby looks at Spencer. "Did you want to go first?"

"No, it's okay, you can go."

"Okay," Toby nods and looks at the waitress. "I'll have a double cheeseburger with pickles, cheese, and tomatoes, but hold the onions, and can I get a side of fries please?"

"That sounds good," Spencer says. "I'll have the same, please."

The waitress nods, "okay. Anything to drink?"

"Water for me," Spencer says.

"I'll have water too. And can I get a sundae, but can you hold it until after I eat the burger?" Toby says.

Once again the waitress nods. She collects their menus then walks away. When the waitress was out of sight, Toby looks at Spencer in surprise.

She smiles and says, "what?"

He shrugs, "nothing. Most girls I know just order a salad and ask for diet water."

She laughs, "wow, how many girls have you've dated?"

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