History Has It's Eyes On You (Washette)

Chapter Five

     Lafayette's short legs could barely keep up with the man as they made their way out the door. They sure looked like a weird pair.

    George was quite a bit taller, with his stone cold face while a short, curly headed man huffed trying to keep up with him. Gym never was his strong suit.

    They walked down the street to a cozy-looking Italian restaurant. He didn't have time to read the name before he was pulled in the entrance.

    "Table for two please," he grumbled to the wide eyed waiter. It didn't take long to be seated in a comfortable maroon booth.

     Lafayette finally had time to catch his breath, while he looked around the place. It was simple looking, and Laf wondered why the man chose such a place. Lafayette shrugged to himself, looking at the menu.

    He felt Washington's stare on him, before he finally had the courage to look up. "Yes?" He asked, his head turned quizzically.

    "Let's get to know each other a bit more since you might be my personal secretary for some time," he said, leaning back. He looked relaxed, and Laf wondered how he would ever understand this mysterious man before him.

     "What do you wanna know," he asked, casually picking up a breadstick. "Where are you from," George asked simply, as the waiter sat down waters. She asked their orders, pointing all her attention towards George. Laf rolled his eyes, trying to block her out with a menu in his face.

    "We will have the Eggplant Parmigiana, and stick with water," he said, taking the menu from Laf while he glared at him.

    He was very capable for ordering for himself, but why did it feel... nice when he did it. Lafayette was more confused than ever.

    The waitress caught his uncaring attitude, and strode off with a huff. "I could've ordered, you know," Lafayette huffed, rolling his eyes. George raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by him.

    "Next time, I'll let you pick where we go," he said, sipping his water. Next time? Lafayette had no time to ask about it when George sat down his glass.

    "So, where are you from," he asked. He looked way more relaxed than when they first met.

     "I grew up in New Jersey, my parents are from France. I adopted an accent but I guess it's faded overtime. I've lived in New York since heading off to college," he said, taking another bite of a breadstick.

     George nodded. "I've been in New York my entire life. I guess I just love the chaos," he said lowly.

     A slight shiver went down his back as he sipped on water. They talked more about their backgrounds, and soon enough, the food had come.

    Much to his surprise, it was the best food he had ever tasted. Before they knew it, they were back at work, a new found understanding between them.