Resculpturing Her

14. What About the Next Destination?

Amelia's POV

So here is the update:

It is Friday. I am currently sitting across a blonde haired, blue eyed, pretty girl, in a Chinese food restaurant waiting for my honey chicken and fried rice.

In other words, I am on a date with Christina Hunter.

How did this happen? 

Ask Alexia.

"How come you've never come over with Kayla before?" Christina asked curiously. 

Because I dislike your sister, sweet Hunter.

Wait, I thought I was the only one who called her Kayla.

"Joanna is Kayla's friend. Joanna and I didn't use to really interact before Kayla and I moved in together." I explained, leaving out the important details.

Just as Joanna and I were starting to get close, she went and fucked it all up. The cunt. Even though the incident happened after Kayla and I were already living together, Joanna refrained from coming over for a while because I would go psycho every time she was close to me. A little after, Kayla developed an intervention with me about how I need to calm down and stop blaming Joanna. Joanna saw that as her opportunity to pry herself back into my life. Nevertheless, I still slightly blame her I guess, and she continues to annoy me allowing me to hate her, so.

"Bad luck. Missed your opportunity to meet me earlier." Christina commented confidently.

I chuckled "Apparently, so did you. You never came over before that one time for breakfast." 

Christina hesitated for a moment before answering "My parents are away on holiday. I was getting lonely with Greg and Frieda. All they do is play checkers when they're not working. Joanna finally took me into consideration and told me I could come hang with you guys."

I am just going to assume Greg and Frieda are her house workers. And if I am wrong, who cares. Checkers players are usually boring anyway. 

I nodded at her response, smirked and commented "It's okay, it was the perfect first impression, with the cake and all." 

"I guess you also had me at cake." Christina laughed back. She probably means when I abruptly came out of my room and asked about cake that day.

Our food was placed onto the table by the waiter and Christina had ordered a prawns dish. Not sure what the flavoring is and I did not hear her order because I was having last minute conflict with being torn between which of two dishes I wanted to pick. 

Just as I was about to place my fork into a piece of chicken, Christina placed her hand flat in front of my face indicating she wants me to stop and quickly said "I want to take a picture of it!" 

Oh. She's one of those.

I obliged to her request by placing my fork down and nodding in agreement. 

"We have to get desert too!" Christina excitedly stated while taking pictures of our meals that I just wanted to gobble up in one go. 

Come on, I am starved!

"For the gram?" I asked with my tone sounding light.

Christina answered with an enthusiastic nod. But then contrasted with "No, because you have to try fried ice cream."

"No. Ice cream literally has the words ice in it because it is meant to be cold." I reprimanded.

"It stays cold on the inside!"

"Oh. Still no."

"Come on, don't be a wuss. You love food!" 

"No."