Tinge - A Niall Horan Fanfic

VI

The Pegasus is the nicest restaurant in central Dublin, making it the prime location for all of the city's wealthier residents to have everything from their biggest occasions to their casual lunch plans with old friends from high school. Of course this is simply to flaunt to their old friends just exactly how well off they're doing, showboating the fact that even a simple lunch is held at the most elite of elite restaurants.

Just from knowing this and the name, anyone could guess what it looks like on the interior, but I never would have guessed just how magnificent and yet humble it actually is.

The dining room is a grand two story height space, with the side walls an exposed worn, vintage brick, like many of Dublin's construction. The front is made up of nothing but grand windows and ornate iron framework, twisting and winding around in such a way to create a magnificent Pegasus within the front window. Any and all accents inside the restaurant--chairs, tables, plates, light fixtures, even the floors, everything--is the crispest, cleanest white, giving the comfortable, well-known construction the air of elegance and refined taste.

Taylor, Arthur and I arrive at 7:55, being sure to not be too early but also not late. Taylor is dressed in a simple, black dress, and her hair falls in elegant curls down her back. Arthur matches her elegant, simple style with a dark grey v-neck, which accents his muscular upper body impressively, under a simple black sport coat.

When we enter the Pegasus' front waiting area, Arthur walks up to the hostess and asks her about our reservation. She informs us that Mr. X and his colleagues are already at the table and to follow a waiter there. Arthur steps back, allowing me and Taylor to walk in front of him.

I take one step off of the bright red entry rug and onto the porcelain, white tile of the dining room.

*click*

My heel connects loudly, echoing above all of the ongoing conversations, each person turning their attention my way. I waver slightly, shocked to have everyone's attention so suddenly, but then I continue, channeling the performer within me. I hold my head high, eyes, bright and I glide along, each stride sounding throughout the Pegasus. My dress, my hair, my shoes, myself in general, stands out off of the whole backdrop of the restaurant. In the white entirety of the building, the bright, bold red of my dress, synched at the waist with a wide, black leather belt with gold studs adoring the hard material, illuminates it's surroundings, giving a slight hue to the tables around me and the floor as I walk through. My perfectly curled dark hair lays down my back softly and the top of my hair is subtly slicked back, giving an added edge to my look.

I pause only when I arrive at our table, flashing a bright smile at the waiter holding my chair out for me to sit on. Mr. X and his companions stand up when the three of us arrive. My chair is positioned directly across from Mr. X, with Taylor and Arthur on either side of me. Beside Arthur is a small, small man contrasting my friend in almost every physical aspect possible. He has a black moppy style of hair, with bright, glittering blue eyes that give him a slightly more comfortable and approachable look than his current hair style allows for him. He smiles at me, flashing a perfectly white set of teeth and his clear eyes glimmering, and I smile back. To Mr. X's left and beside Taylor is a tall, lean man. Toned muscles press against his perfectly fitted dark tan suit. A crisp white dress shirt is underneath it, and the buttons on his shirt are tight, not overly tight as to show that the suit isn't his or he needs a new one, but stressing enough as to show this man is properly fit and should he flex his pecks, he surely could shoot his shirt buttons across the room. His skin is a gorgeous light mocha color, and his eyes are the most incredible shade I have ever seen in my life (which yes isn't saying much since I've only seen color for a week, but that's beside the point). His irises are rimmed with a deep rich brown that transitions drastically into the most regal hue of gold imaginable for a human to have as an eye color. He smiles to me as well. I can't help but thinking Mr. X's men are quite polite, and I'm wondering if it's possibly part of his sales pitch for getting me to sign.