Simon's Niece (An Over The Top Fanfic)

Fancy Dinner

Simon and Hadley walked in the fancy restaurant and got a table for two.

"This is nice," Hadley said.

"Yes."

A waiter walked to them.

"Bonjour sir and madam, can I get you started with a beverage?"

The waiter had a French accent.

"A bottle of your finest wine, both of us, s'il vous plaît?" Simon asked.

"Ah yes, coming up."

The waiter left.

"You speak French!?"

(A/N: Something Tim can actually do! :))

"Yes. Surprised?"

"Yes I am! You never told me after twenty years of knowing each other!"

"I never told you? I thought I did!"

"Simon!"

Simon chuckled.

Back at the hotel, in the kitchen, Melissa was attempting to sneak some food for Lucy.

"What are you doing?" Yorgo asked as he caught her.

"I'm just getting a snack."

"No snacks before your dinner Melissa, you know that!"

"I'm sorry Yorgo I couldn't wait any longer - I can't hide this from you. Come to my room. Something I wanna show you."

We walked out of the kitchen. Rose saw us.

"You too Rose!"

"What?"

"I wanna show you and Yorgo something."

They followed her up to her room. Daniel was with Lucy.

"I got some food Daniel."

"Great!"

"What's going on here?" Rose asked.

"Daniel, let's tell Rose and Yorgo."

"Ok, promise not to tell Mom?" Daniel asked them.

"Yes, we promise."

Daniel went into the bathroom and got Lucy.

"Sweet baby Huey, it's a puppy!" Yorgo yelled.

"Aww!" Rose smiled and giggled.

"We're not supposed to have animals in the hotel!" Yorgo said.

"Don't tell Mom. We might as well get Gwen in on this."

"We can tell her," Melissa said.

"May I hold it?" Rose asked.

"Yes. Her name is Lucy."

Rose held her.

"Precious little puppy," Rose said.

At the restaurant, Simon and Hadley raised their glasses and cheers.

"Cheers."

They took a sip. They had their food on their plate.

"Wow, this is delicious! We need more napkins though. Excusez moi." Simon said.

Simon called for waiter in French. He walked them.

"Oui mousier?"

"Puis-je avoir des serviette?"

"Oui!"

He gave Simon some napkins.

"Merci."

The waiter nodded and walked away.

"That is so sexy," Hadley thought to herself.

Simon winked at her as he handed her a napkin.

"Where did you learn how to speak French?"

"School, French class."

Hadley was intrigued. She was beginning to like him like she did twenty years ago.