Misha wanted to go to Texas Roadhouse, which I thought was interesting, considering how it wasn't even 11 in the morning yet. He pulled into the parking lot, parking the car and climbing out the door. I watched him leave as I glanced at the restaurant, hesitantly stepping out. I slammed the door as he looked at me.
"You okay going here?" I nodded, keeping my eyes on the big, neon, and bold letters that were dimly lit in the sun.
"Yeah. I've never been, so..." I kept my eyes on it for a moment before looking at him with a semi nervous expression. "Lets try it. It can't be worse than the sushi, right?" He laughed and shook his head, the memory of me stabbing a piece of sushi coming into his head.
"Nope. I hope you know how to eat a burger." I glared at him as he walked towards the restaurant, leaving me next to the car.
"Oh, haha. I've been living in america for my entire life, I think I know how to eat a damn burger." He stuck his hands in his pockets and glanced back at me as I tried my best to catch up.
"You think?" I narrowed my eyes at him, slowing down my pace.
"Shut up." He laughed at my frustrated tone, walking to the doors. He opened it for me, gesturing for me to enter first. He smiled.
"Go ahead." I smirked towards him.
"Ladies first." He raised his eyebrows in suprisment to my response.
"Feeling sassy today, are we?" I shrugged, keeping the smirk on my face.
"It's my normal personality. But if you'd like me to be sassy today, I will totally comply." He smiled at me and walked in first, propping the door open for me. I walked inside as the smell of America and burgers slapped me in the face. I could smell everything from beer, to mojitos, all the way to ribs. What the hell is this place?
"Table for two, please." Misha smiled towards the very nice looking waitress. She nodded, reaching under the cabinet next to her, grabbing two menus. She looked at me and smiled.
"Daddy-daughter date?" I whipped my head around towards her, my cheeks turning an immediate bright red. Misha smiled and nodded lightly, holding back a laugh. I looked at him and glared lightly at the back of his head. She saw Misha's expression and smiled, turning around and walking us to a booth.
The place was pretty much empty, I guess it was normal for a school day. She sat us down in the booth and sat the menus in front of us.
"Your waiter is going to be Caleb, he'll be here soon." She pointed at the bottom of my menu. "Right here are our specials, and the desserts are on the back." She gave us a pleasant smile. "Enjoy." I watched her walk away as Misha picked the menu, looking at it. I leaned forward and looked at him in the eyes.
"Why did you tell her that?" I whisper shouted. He kept his eyes on the menu as a little smirk traced his lips.
"Whatever do you mean?" I put my hands on the table.
"Cut the crap Misha. Why did you tell her we were on a daddy daughter date?" He looked up at me.
"I didn't. She asked, I nodded. Would you rather me tell her our entire journey on fostering you?" I felt an anvil fall from the skies onto my shoulders and back.
The anvil was made entirely out of guilt.
My body scrunched itself up as I looked down at the floor. Why was I being such a bitch? He's been nothing but nice to me... They all have.
"I'm sorry." I muttered. His eyes flicked up at me as his expression softened. "It's just, no ones really been nice to me in a foster home." I slowly looked up at him. "This has been a complete dream, the room, the food, the family. It's all... so much."
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Tough as Nails, Breakable as Glass
Fanfiction"I am not glass, you will not break me." I breathed in deeply. "I am a nail." Her life has been bad since age three, and she has no desire for it to get worse. Here she is going to her next foster home with the Collins, and she has no idea how much...
