All that Glitters

Chapter Four

Chapter Four: Lunch with The new kid

Deciding whether the fellowship recipient ceremony should be a luncheon or a dinner was literal war. Quinn could tell remember coming out the trenches with any reason she could make as to why the ceremony should a luncheon.

"Dad, this is to bring new life into science!" Quinn hissed. "A dinner is too much! It would smother the meaning."

"Quinn this is a prestigious event, I can't just serve high ranking profiles chips and salsa!" Her father fought.

Quinn's father, Kingsley Griffin was a old fashion man. You could even say he was close to being conservative. He believed upholding traditions was very important and that prestigious organization should only hold prestigious events. Which meant to him every event was a dinner. A very stuffy black suit and tie dinner.

"Yes you can! That shows youth more than lobster hors d'oeuvres!" Quinn retorted.

"Those were good Quinn and you know it!"

"Yeah, if you're fifty with a bank account that could pay off America's debt five times over!"

Kingsley Griffin glared at his daughter and she glared back. The things they had in common though is that they were both stubborn people. Stalemates were common in the Griffin household.

"Okay, then I'll cut you a deal." Kingsley told her.

And this was how stalemates ended. Griffin nodded ready to cut a deal. Her father rubbed his bearded chin and then his face.

"I'll let you handle the luncheon and you let me handle the finalist." He offered.

"Deal." Quinn said. They did the signature pinky promise where they licked their thumbs, linked pinkies then sealed it.

Now Quinn stood in front of her brain child. It bright pastel color luncheon with pastel flowers on every table. Golden and silver accents accents brought the prestigious tone. White streams connected and hung from Roman pillars. She smiled happily at her hardworking finally realizing that it was over. All she had to do was—

"Quinn Griffin?" A voice said behind her.

She whipped around to the familiar voice.

"Alex Opena, what are you doing here?" She asked honestly confused.

Quinn watched as the new kid from her school walked up to her with a grin. Not only did the new kid slip into her school but also in her work. Who the hell was this kid?

Alex blinked happily and excited, almost like a puppy. "I'm here for the luncheon of course."

"I get that but how did you get in?" She questioned. "This is a very exclusive event. Not just anyone can get in."

Alex shrugged and gave Quinn a mischievous grin. "I don't know, maybe I'm not just anyone."

"Then how did you—"

"But I do think it has to do with some fellowship I applied for way earlier in the year." He says as if he couldn't connect the dots.

Quinn blinked repeatedly. "So, you're telling me that your one of the finalist for the fellowship recipients?"

Alex shrugged again but this time with a coy smile.

"Wow, well umm congrats on getting to the finals," Quinn said trying to keep face.

"Thank you," He told her. He put his hands in his pockets after and Quinn decided to look at what he was wearing.

He wore a dark brown tux and black shiny shoes. His usual curly mess hair was neatly combed back and his handsome face glowed, there wasn't a single blemish. On his wrist were gold cufflings that matched the golden watch on his wrist. He looked like a million bucks. He looked like he belonged.