All alone

Chapter 27

Jake's P.O.V.

Right now, we are the airport where we keep the private planes. I just had a oversight of the night in L.A. with Aubrey and it was amazing. She loved it, like I knew she would. 

Anyways, we went back inside the Limousine and we are now heading to the restaurant. She still has no clue of what is happening or if the night is about to end. 

"So, now where are we going?" She asked.

"You know you've asked that question multiple times and I have always came up with the same answer. Well, today is no different, Angel. I am not telling you." I said as I gave her a peck. She gave me a look on her face like she was just told something she didn't want to hear. 

I chuckled and before you knew it, we were at a stop. "We're here, boss." 

"Alright, thank you, Evan." I said. 

"Boss. Is that what you want them to call you or is it part of the job." She said.

"It's part of there job. Anyone in our family who uses it, is called boss. However, if their is a large amount of us, then they say, Mr., Mrs., Miss. or Ms. Either one works. Right now though, it's Boss for me and Miss's for you. We also have Ma'am and Sir. But that's a whole other time." I explained. I then got out of the car as the driver opened my door and then I walked to Aubrey's side and helped her out as the car valet guy opened her door.  I thanked him but not before tipping him and then walking inside. 

We walked into this restaurant. I heard that it was really hard to get into and you had to have a six months notice to get in. Luckily, I know the owner very well might I add. Being a friend through my mom, he was always welcoming to us and wanted to come by sometime. Steve Lawrence. His restaurant is called Mexican Grills Parlor. As we walked inside, all the lights were dimmed and were dangling from the ceiling.

A young woman walked up to us and asked for our name. I told her Jake Ashford. She automatically looked shocked but non the less, led us to a table that was conservative and private. Very intimate as well.

I like this waitress. She knew exactly what I wanted. Extremely, impressive.

I then pulled out the chair for Aubrey as she sat down, I slide her chair in. I then went and sat down at the other side of the table. The young woman then gave us a menu. It had different things on the menu. 

"Your waiter will be with you, shortly." She said. I nodded and then she left.

"See anything you like?" I asked.

"Well with my Hispanic background, a lot of these I haven't had since I was little. I remember my dad making them. He would always tell me, nothing is better than a homemade dinner from your heritage. For me, heritages." She said. 

"Do you want to leave, go to another restaurant or are y-." 

"Babe, relax. I am okay. I actually like being in here. It feels nice, plus this food looks amazing." She said. I sighed as I looked at the menu again.

"Okay, so I know what I want. How about you?" I asked.

"Um....yea. I got it. We can order now." She said.

I smiled at her and soon enough the waiter came to our table. "Evening, Miss. Sir. I will be your waiter for the night. Are you ready to order?" He asked.

"Yes. Okay, babe, do you want appetizers or your good with the meal." I asked.

"Um....Appetizers are good. I'm a little hungry." She said.

"Okay, we'll have the flavorful chicken Fajitas as our appetizers. Our meals, I will have the...... pork chili Verde." I said. 

"And I will have the chicken mole." Aubrey said after me. The waiter wrote down what we said.