Love at first bite

Chapter 6

Saturday morning…today is the big date, well it’s not really a date, but to me it is.

I pick out a sexy outfit to wear- as my friends like to say ‘you should wear this on your date.

It totally brings out your killer curvaceous body.’ A black strapless dress that reaches mid- thigh and red stilettos.

I put on some make- up and curl my hair in thousands of curled strands.

I don’t usually wear make-up, but today I decided it would do wonders for me to put on a little more than usual, which black eye liner and mascara to bring out the light brown colour of my eyes, and a bit of pink blush to my cheeks.

After all that is done, I pick up my red crochet back that compliments my heels and walk downstairs to the living room to wait for Chris, because I honestly thought I was early, but all that was short- lived.

The minute I reach the kitchen, I hear mumbling in the living room.

Thinking that it’s just my mom and dad, I shrug it off and walk to the sounds.

Once I set foot in the living room, I see a gorgeous figure sitting on the couch. He turns to look at me in his suit.

‘Damn!’

I honestly thought he would look weird in a suit, but boy was I wrong, he looked so sexy, his masculine physique clearly visible in his clothing.

Instead of saying ‘wow, Angel you look amazing’ or ‘you look beautiful’, he just stares at me wide- eyed and as still as a robot- ‘a gorgeous looking robot, that’s for sure’.

“Wow, you look beautiful, Angel.” A weird, permanent smile made its way on my mouth after he says that and it keeps me from being able to speak.

I notice how weird my parents are looking at me right now and I think of something to say to break the awkward silence.

“So…shall we get going?” I gesture towards the door, indicating that I’m ready to leave, but with my mom around, that’s obviously not possible.

She stops us, just to take pictures of me and my date. “Mom, this is not prom night and I’m starving, can we please just leave already?”

I say, completely annoyed with the fact that my mom won’t let us go and she knows that I’m starving, because I haven’t eaten today at all.

“No, Angel. This is a moment to be remembered and for you to tell your kids about.” I blush uncontrollably at my mom’s absurd thoughts.

At this very moment I’m expecting my dad to do something about his wife pestering over my date and I, but he’s just standing there and the last thing I expected from him was for him to take out his camera as well and start taking pictures along with his wife.

“You’ve got to be kidding me. Dad, why aren’t you stopping your wife instead of doing the same thing she is? I told you that I’m starving, but you just choose to ignore me.”

The cranky monster is out in the open now for all to see. “Uh oh, the grumpy monster has revealed itself.

You guys better get out of here before she drags you out of here.” My mom jokes, but at the same time she knows that it’s true.

I get very grumpy when I’m hungry, sleepy or just very irritated.

My mom can tell you all about it, because she’s been in the same situation where I had to drag her out of the house because I was starving that day and she had promised me lunch.

Finally leaving the house, we make it to the car and Chris drives off without saying a word, probably giving me time to calm down a bit first.

The drive to the restaurant that Chris doesn’t want to tell me about even after I asked for like the fifth time, is very quiet.

Not the awkward silence, but rather the kind where he knows not to say anything that’ll make me slap that suit off of him.

‘I’d really like to see how delicious that body looks without any clothing on though.’ Oh Easter Bunnies I’m such a perv.

“Remind me to never let you starve in the future. I don’t want to witness the monster inside you up-close.” Really? “I’m not a monster, I just don’t like being taken lightly when I say I’m starving.”

I figured I should just tell him the truth. “Yes, mam.” As we reach the edifice looking restaurant, I can’t believe my eyes.

This whole time I thought this restaurant was an accommodating one, but boy was I mistaken.

And by accommodating I mean, even people like me could afford to eat at this restaurant.

Don’t ask what I mean by ‘people like me’. I was blown away by it, literally blown away, but not by it.

I was blown away by the wind, it was so strong that Chris had to hold me by my waist to keep me in place and from being blown away. ‘Get it? Urgh never mind.’

Getting a few weird looks from people who saw my near ‘blown away experience’, we finally made it to the entrance of the restaurant.

A friendly face greeted us as we made our way inside and gestured for us to follow her to our table.

As I take my seat across from Chris, I notice him gawking at me like I’m his last mean for the day and he has no choice but to devour it.

“Are you guys ready to order your drinks yet?” The waitress managed to break the trance I was in, but not getting any attention from Chris as he was still staring at me.

“I’d like to have some orange juice, please…” He orders his drink and just when I was about to do the same, he buts in. “…and she would like to have the same.”

‘What the hell, man? I can order for myself, thank you very much.’ I raise an eyebrow at him, question his actions, and he just shrugs it off.

“What if I’m allergic to oranges?” I ask him, trying to see his reaction to my statement. “No you’re not.”

He obviously finds it amusing to watch me have a little battle with my mind, because from where he’s standing, I look like a dysfunctional computer.

‘Oh screw you Chris, for being so damn sexy!’

I wanted to give him a piece of my mind, but I can’t, he just looks so adorable in his tight little suit and constipated looking face, trying to hold in a laugh that was threatening to be released from his mouth.

Halfway through dinner, I decide to ask him a few questions. “So, Chris, what is it that made you want to go out with me?”

Judging by the reaction on his face, he wasn’t too sure on how to say his reply, he looked like he was about to shit bricks under the table.

“Well, I don’t know what to say, but just know that you’re one of a kind, Angel. You truly are and I like you for that, a lot.”