Teacher's Pet

Chapter 13: Boston, Part 3

After the show, both women headed out of the building caught within a rather large crowd that had decided to exit at the same time. The two of them tried to leave a little early before the rest of the group had, but had been unfortunate when there were many others with the same idea. They were unable to get back inside due to the excessive amount of people stringing behind them as well as every other side.

Jennie had, at one point, taken Lisa's hand in her own, lacing their fingers together to keep from losing one another in the crowd. When the brunette had looked up to see the older woman's reaction, she melted. The woman had a warm, radiant smile on her glossy pink lips, although she had kept her eyes forward as to not run into anyone.

It felt like ages before they were able to completely exit the building, and even longer before they were finally inside the restaurant- still hand in hand. Being behind a few people, Jennie was able to take a look around the restaurant. It was just as nice and exquisite as every other place that Lisa had taken her to. The teacher must have quite an expensive taste because she knew all of the right places to go and she had, yet, to take Jennie somewhere that the woman wasn't so impressed with.

The lighting was dimmed and- with the dark, chic furnishings- made it feel as if they were still outside with the artificially lit streets. The setting was rather romantic and the soft melodies playing through hidden speakers didn't counter it, even with the buzzing chatter of the guests.

"It's really nice," the brunette whispered to her date.

"I know, dear. That's why I'm taking you here." Lisa flashed her a pearly smile, but the look hadn't lasted long as they were next in line. The brunette applied her fake smile and genial voice. "We have a reservation for two under the name Manoban."

"Manoban for two," the host repeated, his eyes scanning through the reservation list in front of him. He made a positive sound upon finding the name and looked up with a friendly smile. "Meghan will show you to your table, and she will be taking your order."

A young, brunette server smiled at the two before speaking. "Right this way, please."

Lisa nodded and followed behind the server, which had ultimately forced her brunette companion to follow with a surprised grunt. They were shown a small table that seated two, which had been quite close to another couple's table, and uncomfortably so. Jennie had finally released the woman's hand to take a spot facing opposite the second table as Lisa seated herself away from them. Each were given a menu and a choice for beverage- which both had taken just a water- before the girl was off.

"It's kinda tight in here." Jennie mumbled across the table to her date. "I can literally feel those guys next to us breathing."

"You are right, dear, but that is the downfall of restaurants next to opera houses." Lisa lifted her gaze, her whisky eyes twinkling in the dim lighting. "I do hope you will be able to survive with our lovely dinner mates."

"Yeah..." Jennie could only shrug, trying her best to ignore the way one of them kept staring at her all the while talking to his wife- or so she assumed the woman was, seeing as to how they appeared to be around Lisa's age. It was no doubt he was probably chattering about her age, since she did appear to be the only one at least under the age of twenty. Of course, that made sense because most were couples on a date like she and Lisa, or in larger groups- most of which were passed middle-age.

"Is something wrong?" The brunette frowned and reached across the table to place a hand lightly on the brunette's wrist.

"I feel so out of place," she whispered, looking to the olive toned hand. "Everyone is so much older than I and... I feel like I don't have a right to be here."