Fly Me To The Moon//Brendon Urie

24: Cold Nights & New York Lights

~Brendon's POV~

The cool, crisp summer air blew against our faces as we walked to the restaurant. We arrived at our destination and were immediately seated.

I grabbed my fiancée's hand and began playing with the engagement ring on her finger.

"May I say how stunning you look, Olivia?"

And boy, she was. She was wearing a gold, sparkly dress with thick straps. Her hair was in a braided crown, just like on our first date. I'm not a makeup person, so I'm just going to say it looked amazing.

"Babe, let me say one thing. This restaurant is special."

"Why?" She asked me.

"You'll see."

An older woman came over to our table.

"Hello there. My name is Maria and I'm your waitress. You two will have glasses of red wine with water glasses as well. I'll be right back."

The waitress walked off and I turned to face Olivia.

"What was that?"

"The reason this restaurant is special is because the waiters and waitresses order for you." I replied. Liv's jaw dropped and her ocean blue eyes widened.

"That's so cool! It's like actual Italy!"

I laughed. The woman came back with a large bottle of wine, two wine glasses, and two glasses of water.

"There you go." She said as she poured the wine. "I will bring out fresh bread. You two will have a large bowl of spaghetti for your entree, kind of like that one Disney movie. I'll be right back."

"Wow, is she trying to make this the cheesiest dinner ever or something?" Olivia replied, giggling once she finished. I laughed and kissed her hand.

"So, what else do you have planned for the rest of the week?"

"One day we could take a cab to NYC and spend the day there. I also want to stay inside for a day. We could rent some movies, order room service, and maybe do some other things." I said, winking at the end.

Olivia blushed and took a sip of her wine. The bread came out and Olivia cut the first slice. Steam came pouring out, and it released a heavenly smell. She handed me a slice with butter on it. I took a bite and it tasted at least twenty times better than it smelled.

We talked for a while until our pasta came out.

"Oh wow," Olivia gasped, "That's a lot of spaghetti."

"I know."

We each grabbed our fork and took a scoop of the pasta. We clinked our forks together before taking a bite. It was honestly pretty good. We got to the bottom of the dish and the evening became Lady and the Tramp. We did end up having the same piece of spaghetti in both our mouths. As Liv and I leaned in, the noodle broke. We both sat back down in our chairs laughing.

"Way to kill the mood, weak noodle." I said between laughs. The waitress came back over to our table. Olivia took the check before I even thought about reaching for it.

"Livia, please."

"No! You always pay!" She exclaimed.

She put it back on the table with her signature already on it. I rolled my eyes and let out a sigh. We each took one last sip of wine before walking out of the restaurant.

~Olivia's POV~

Brooklyn was gorgeous at night. The combination of the skyscraper's lights with the headlights of the passing cars made it look enchanting. The air was cooler now. It blew once again, making me shudder. Brendon took notice.