thirty eight

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        I stare at myself in the mirror, my hair curled. I don't like make up so i just went with mascara. My dress is short, stopping just above my knees. It's tight with long sleeves. I wear my silver bracelet with it. My heels match and i have to say, i look good. 

        As good as i can look, i mean.

        There is a knock on the bedroom door.

        "Come in" I call, looking from the mirror. Julia steps in the room and gives me a warm smile.

        "You look wonderful, dear" 

        "Thank you" I smile, picking up my purse. "Is he downstairs?"

        "He is" She nods.

        I feel like something from a movie. I make my way to the stairs and hold onto the railing as i slowly make my way down. I notice Noah standing in the living room talking to his dad. I smile and notice his eyes become just a little brighter.

        "Wow, Soph" He says, "Just..wow"

        "I could say the same for you" I muse

        "You two have fun now" Julia calls, walking down the stairs.

        "We will mom" He smiles.

        He leads me out and into his dads minivan. 

        "Sorry" He says, "I didn't have time to become a millionaire and buy a mustang"

        " I think i can let this slide" I giggle, "just this once"

        He smiles and grabs my hand, giving it a light squeeze. 

        "You are going to love this place" He says, "It was one of my favorite places to go eat"

        "What kind of food is it?" I ask

        "Italian" He smiles.

        "That's my favorite" I smile

        He winks at me, "I know"

        "Don't be gross" I groan, then my mouth falls open, "You aren't even fully italian"

        "Italian-Irish" He smiles

        "Italish" i giggle, he looks at me and laughs

        "My girlfriend is a freak"

        "I know" I laugh, "It's only a matter of time before you send me off to the circus"

        "You'll end up on American Horror Story" He laughs, "Freak Show"

        "I'm only on season three" I say, "Not there quite yet"

        "Lammmmme" He says. I roll my eyes as we pull into a parking lot

        The restaurant is called Lola's. It's small and the most run down thing i've ever seen. The smile on Noah's face makes me smile too. I follow him inside, my hand locked with his.

        "Noah" The women exclaims. She's short and very Italian 

        "Lola" He smiles, hugging the women

        "The last time i see you, you were about to go off to city of angels" She says in her accent

        "I'm back for mom's birthday" Noah explains

        "I know" She smiles, "I made her a cake"

        Noah nods and lets Lola lead us to a comfy table by the window.

        "I do not know your friend, Noah" She says, smiling to me

        "This is my girlfriend Sophia" He says, i raise my eyebrow at the use of my full name

        "Sophia!" She yells, "Sophia! Oi! How wonderful it is to meet you, You are as beautiful as the setting sun "

        I was struck by her comment, "Thank you!"

        She smiles at us and we get seated, she hands us the menus and walks away.

        "This place is.. amazing" I say, laughing a bit. Noah gives me a wide smile

        "I'm so glad you like it" He says, "It's been a large part of my life"

        "I'll have to take you to Portland sometime" I smile

        He nods, "Yeah, you will" We just sit and look at each other. "So what did you see today?"

        "Well" I say, "I went to Liberty Island and took a few selfies"

        He laughs

        "Then just shopped around times square" I say, "And i stopped by Little House"

        "Yikes" He says, "How did that go?"

        "It went" I laugh, "Not my cup of tea"

        "Same" He says.

        "So you said you would tell me the hotel we'll be moving into tomorrow night"  I say, sipping my red wine.

        "Oh" He says, sitting up in his seat. "How do you like the plaza?"

        I almost spit out my wine.

        "The plaza?" I yell, " Like the plaza hotel?"

        He laughs, "Yes Soph, THE plaza hotel"

        "The one across from the park, right?" I say, "Eloise?"

        "Yes, the one across from central park and the one Eloise lived in"

        I could die.

        "Noah Harper" I say, "I literally love you"

        
        "Good" He laughs, "Because i literally love you too"

        

              

        

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