GEMOLOGIES PRESENTS ALL ABOUT DALVIN 0:27 "NOT MY GIRL" PT. 1 OF 2 -BASED ON "NOT MY GIRL" FROM METAMORPHIC
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"Reservation under DeGrate?..." Lauren's eyes peer around the dimmed, lowly-lit entrance room, hand still clasping her boyfriend's as the two stand in front of the podium.
Her intensive gaze leaves the red interior to glare over at his thumb that strokes lightly over hers as the waiter browses for their dinner reservation. Their anniversary dinner, of course. Today marked an interesting three years since Lauren and Dalvin had been together, a steady and blossoming love for the two of them encountering at the ladies and men's fashion boutique Lauren owned.
At first, Lauren had barely paid the band member any attention, to his status or his flirtatious manner towards her. Like, ignoring him during his consistent pop-ups to "buy" items for his band's apparel and occasionally leaving his friend Sybil to skim by herself while he remained in her face and on her trail throughout the store. Panning out his latest pickup lines to score her.
Even after she flat-out told him no, on the cause of his hectic lifestyle. It didn't stunt Dalvin's ways, as he continued to come, as usual, doing the same things until he got a yes.
Which didn't come until a month later.
The older gentleman ushered the two to their seats, maneuvering them a path to their more secluded spot in the restaurant. With her hand latched into his, Dalvin guides Lauren behind him and maneuvers their bodies throughout the other filled tables.
Once the couple arrives at the candlelit table, Dalvin uses his free hand and pulls her chair back for her. "Here, Lo." He gestures, raising his hand, walking her around him, and assists her before sliding her back under the chair. Lauren's red-tainted lips curved into a smile as she got comfortable. Smiling wider as he managed to sit down, her eyes panning beside them and out of the massive window pane that engulfed the Los Angeles street life.
"I like the table they set us at." She retorts, enjoying the fiery orange sunset. He pulls his shades off and begins to slip one of the arms into his shirt to hook. His attention shifts from the window and back to her, nodding. "Yeah, I asked for this spot over the phone." He boasts, popping his collar.
Lauren's eyes slowly squint a bit, folding her bare arms over her chest. "You're lying aren't you?" She questions as he purses his lips, gaining a sudden giggle to escape her lips.
A chuckle escapes him."Yeah, we just got lucky." He answers back, truthfully as the two chuckle to themselves. Her eyes glance down to the embroidered napkins with the Restaurant's name in solid burgundy.
