aggression | luke hemmings

Chapter Forty

Luke's POV

One Month Later

I get into the car after waving goodbye to Becca and Pete. I drive quietly to Merveilleux Grille and walk inside. I spot Fleur talking to Josh and slip the hell-for-the-eyes apron over my head. The notepad and pen are piled inside the pockets so I wave to Fleur and walk into the dining area.

I serve heaps of happy customers who are all super polite to me, which made my day.

"Bonsoir, Luke," Fleur waves to me.

"Bonsoir," I say and walk to my car. In half an hour I am taking Becca out, because I asked my mum to babysit Pete. For a reason, you know, because I can't just leave him home and our friends are busy.

"Hey," I smile when I get back to the apartment. I see Becca and Mum, she is holding Pete and getting ready to leave.

"Hi," Bec says. She is wearing a short white dress, it has the perfect contrast to her tanned skin. Her hair is in a top knot and looks beautiful like always.

"Have a good night, you two," Mum says. I kiss her cheek as she leaves with Pete.

Becca runs upstairs to get ready even more, so I look in the mirror on the wall in the living room. I put a white tie on and adjust the collar of the black button up shirt I have to wear to work. It's formal so I decided I would wear it to the date.

We are going to a restaurant similar to the one I work at but it's not French, it's American. It is just as fancy though, so we can't go with t-shirts and jeans.

I booked a table in the dead center of the place, but it's not like it's a very busy diner because it cost big bikkies and it's very high quality. Becca walks back downstairs in about half an hour and I take her hand.

"You look nice," I compliment.

"I could say the same about you," Becca says. "But I won't," she adds, smirking. I hold a hand over my mouth in mock offense, laughing though. I lead her to the car and open the passenger seat door for her.

I jog around to my side of the car and climb into the driver seat. Becca turns on the radio, grinning when Empire by Shakira comes on. She nudges my arm playfully and I laugh.

In twenty minutes I pull into the parking lot. Becca and I step out of the car and walk to the doors, where a tall lady stands there.

"Welcome," she grins. I nod and smile at her. When we walk inside, the waiter behind the desk greets us.

"Reserved?" He asks.

"Yeah, Hemmings," I say. The man gestures for us to follow him to the table I reserved in the building.

"Here you are," He says. Becca and I sit down and pick up the menus in front of either seat.

"This place is nice," Becca grins.

"Bloody," I say. There is classical background music drifting in the air, which smells like smoke and flowers by the way. It's very pleasant, with the dim lighting and tables for two everywhere you look. The windows are stained glass, and it seems like this place would be incredibly exy but it's not as expensive as it sounds. Just a lot of money in general.

"What can I get for you to drink?" The waiter returns, holding a piece of paper to copy down the orders.

"Water," Becca says.

"Two of those," I add. He nods and disappears into the kitchen. I flip through the pages of the menu, some Italian dish catches my eye so I decide I'll get that.