Amnesia [Completed/Editing]

Chapter Eleven // Siara Lynn Dupont | Part I

CHAPTER ELEVEN // SIARA LYNN DUPONT | PART I
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The restaurant Jacob brought me to was flawless. It was one of those all of fancy ones, where you had to reserve a few weeks back just to sit down and eat for less than two hours. There was a woman standing at the entrance hiding behind a podium, glancing at the tablet in her hands before staring at us. 

“Name?” Her voice was high pitched, prim and proper. I inwardly cringed, wondering why Jacob brought me here to eat dinner out of all places. I immediately felt out of place, since I wasn’t exactly wearing the clothing necessary for this type of scenery. I was wearing jeans and a button down shirt, while Jacob was wearing similar clothing but in different color. I bit my lip and avoided her disapproving stare as she glanced at our attire.

“Jobs,” Jacob nudged me and sent a grin in my direction. I couldn’t help but return it, holding back a laugh as the woman's facial expression flashed with remembrance.

“Right this way,” She gestured towards the entrance. “Just find yourself a table and one of our waiters will come and take your order.”

“How do you know this place?” I asked in wonder when we were a safe distance away from the woman, glancing at the chandelier that was broadly presented as soon as we entered. It was bright and centered in the middle of the restaurant, leaving the corners near the windows embarked in a dim lighting. The walls were a dark shade of burgundy, giving off a vibe I couldn’t pinpoint. People of all assortments sat at various tables, radiating a low hum of conversation I was slightly transfixed by. 

Jacob looked sheepish as he led her towards a table near the windows with a hand on her back. “My brother, Alan, owns this place.”  

“Really?” I didn’t mask my surprise. “I didn’t know that, this place seems very fancy and elegant.” 

He grinned, pulling out a chair for me. “I know.”

I sat down. “When you said dinner I expected something less…”

“Prim and proper?” He laughed, sitting down opposite of me. “I know. It’s obvious we don’t fit here but I thought that I should finally introduce you to this place after years, even if you don’t like it.”

I returned his inviting smile. “It’s not like I don’t like it,” I said. “More like this isn’t my type of place to eat.”

“Well that is not a problem,” He said, picking up a menu. “Since I’m related to Alan everything I order here is for free.”

“That’s generous of him,” I commented, mimicking his actions and glancing at the menu. The place seemed italian, since most of the dishes were named in the language on top of the english translations of what the meal was. I was thankful for the translation, since I only knew a few words in italian but not much to actually converse in a conversation. “Do you know how to speak italian?” 

Jacob winked. “Very fluently.” 

I laughed and flipped the menu over, briefly scanning through the dishes. “This seems good, the chicken parmesan with pasta on the side.”  

“That’s actually my favorite,” He sent me another wide grin. “Alan used to make that for me twice a week when we were kids. I could never get tired of his meals.” 

“He made all of these dishes himself?” I was impressed. “Must be an amazing childhood, to have all of those meals made for you.” I knew how to cook, well enough to be edible but it wasn’t anything to fawn over. I couldn’t help but imagine having Mason or Lisa being professional cooks. It was a pleasant sight to look at but I knew that it would never happen since Mason was gone and Lisa didn’t know how to cook no more than I did.