A Summer To Remember

#10

#10

Ayla's POV

Today is the 4th of July. When I got ready this morning I put on a plain white crop top, and some ripped denim shorts along with a red flannel tied around my waist. On my feet I am wearing my trusty white converse.

I walk out of Katie and I's room and walk into the dining room. I see everyone sitting around and eating. Everyone except Brennan.

"Is breakfast in the kitchen?" I ask.

"No" Mike replies.

"Where is it?" I ask.

"It's all gone" Jill answers.

"What?" I question, more to myself than anyone.

"Brennan told us not to let you eat" Ryan says.

"Why?" I ask. I feel like I'm asking a million questions. But it's only because I'm not getting the answers I need the most.

The all shrug in unison. This is a little suspicious. After a couple seconds Brennan comes into the room. He walks over to me and laces his fingers with mine.

"Come with me?" He questions.

"Do I get food?"

Katie stifles a laugh.

Brennan smiles "yes, you can get food"

"What are we waiting for?" I ask "let's go"

I release his hand and start walking to the door. He laughs quietly but follows me.

***

After about 10 minutes of driving I still had no clue where we were going. I didn't even bother asking because I know he wouldn't have told me anyway.

We drive for a couple more minutes before Brennan pulls into a... restaurant? Café? What's really the difference? Is a café just smaller? Or is it only for coffee?

The sign reads 'Rusty's'. It was a cute little restaurant. It honestly looked like Lincoln Log house. Brennan stopped the car before getting out and running around to my side. He opened my door and offered his hand. I grabbed it and got out of the car. He laced our fingers together as we walked towards the front door of the restaurant.

The inside was beautiful, but very rustic. Three of the four walls were a cream color, and the other one was all wood. On the wooden wall there were two doors, that I assumed led to the kitchen. The doors weren't next to each other, they were on each side of a coffee bar.

Behind the coffee bar is an older woman. Her hair shoulder length and dark brown. She was wearing an apron and a name tag. We weren't close enough, so I couldn't actually read it.

As soon as the door shut the lady behind the bar started talking, "Good morning Brennan".

How does she know him?

"Morning Bethany"

Brennan led me all the way to the right wall. The wall was mostly covered in windows, and outside was a lake.

We each took a chair at a tall table for two.

Instantly Bethany comes over to take our order. There was barely anyone in the restaurant.

"How are you?" She asks Brennan.

"Great"

"I would be too if I were on a date with her" she motions to me.

My cheeks flush red. Another reason I hate compliments.

Brennan looks at me and smiles.

"You've been here many times with you family, but never a girl. She must be special."