Who Calls You a Fan?

Chapter 12

"Ayyy!" Shouted Ian as he wrapped me into a tight hug. I hugged him back and laughed.

Dang it's been forever. Or at least it feels that way.

"You look stunning as always." He stated and I smiled.

"Why thank you. Don't you look fabulous as always?"

"Why yes, I guess I do. Thank you!" We both burst out into laughter. We walked out the hotel doors and called a taxi. Once we sat down, we couldn't stop talking.

"Do you watch football? Are you a football girl."

"Nah."

"Neither am I. Do you like Chinese food?"

It was a constant question and answer conversation, him asking the question and I answering. I'm pretty sure we were driving the driver nuts.

Ha ha, just now noticed that joke.

Once the driver stopped, he quickly grabbed our money and we ran out. I just realized we were right by Olive Garden. I grabbed his arm.

"Olive Garden, now!" He shook his head.

"I don't think I have enough money for that." I kept pulling him.

"I'll pay then, now come on." He finally loosened on his pull and we fast walked to the amazing restaurant. It was packed. We got one of those little round things where when it's your turn it beeps. We sat the one bench where there was just a small space left. Well I just sat while he stood.

"I love Italian food, don't you?" He shrugged his shoulders.

"It's alright, I prefer Mexican." I gagged.

"No. I wouldn't. I like pasta, yes, and cheese." He rolled his eyes and leaned against the wall.

"Um, excuse me. That was my seat." A grouchy old lady told me.

"But, no one was sitting here." I said. She frowned.

"I was in the bathroom, was going to sit down after but you just swooped in." I raised an eyebrow, or at least attempted too.

"Swooped?" I asked.

"That was my seat now move!" She complained.

"I'm sorry if I'm being difficult, but you were not sitting here." She rolled her eyes.

"Look at you, acting your little prissy way." Ian got off the wall.

"Excuse me?" He asked with anger in his voice.

"Look here! We all know that you think you can get away with this because you look how you look, and I look how I look. Also with your over protective boyfriend standing up for you." I sat back, aghast.

That little bitch.

Ian formed his hands into fists. The little round thing in my hands started buzzing. I stood up and looked the lady dead in the eyes.

"You must be so miserable if you freak out over a seat. But remember this, you probably are a single lady with no friends and live in a house with cats, so you shouldn't be talking and acting like a shit head." I grabbed Ian's wrist and pulled him away. I stopped and turned my head around.

The waiter grabbed menus and lead us to our table. We sat right by a window. I ordered a Strawberry Passion fruit Limonata. Ian got a Pepsi.

"So much for a fancy drink." He shrugged his shoulders and looked at the menu. As I was looked through, Ian turned his head and stared at me. I could see him in the corner of my eye. I tried not to acknowledge it until I finally turned around. He stared dead in my eyes, like he was trying to figure something out.