We ended up driving around for about twenty minutes before realizing we didn't know where we were. Which was kind of the point but now I'm starting to realize that might be a problem when we try to get back home. But that's not something to worry about now.
We parked somewhere random, getting out and walking down the street to look for something to do or somewhere to eat. After a few seconds of silence, we slip into our usual conversation. It's like we're just hanging out like we usually do but. . .different. More special.
"Ooo, what about here?" Erik suggests, grabbing my hand and pointing at a place whose name was in another language. I look inside and after a few seconds, I could smell the food that was being cooked inside. With an eager nod, Erik drags me by my hand into the restaurant.
We wait for a table, Erik not letting go of my hand the whole time which makes me a little happy. Our waiter is nice, smiling the whole time and helping us figure out our order.
"So, what's next?" Erik asks, taking a sip of his soda and leaning over an empty plate. "The park or a movie theater or some late-night window shopping?" I push my plate towards the center of the table and clear my mouth with some Coke before responding.
"I think I saw an arcade up the block. If it's open, you wanna try that?" Erik smiles and nods.
We get the check and after a little arguing, Erik pays for our dinner only after I get him to agree to let me pay for whatever we do next.
I grab Erik's hand as we walk out and make the left towards where I remember the arcade to be. The street is quiet as we walk, a few people walking by and the street lamps flickering slightly. Storefronts are mostly closed, a few restaurants and bars are still open and lit up. And luckily an arcade is one of those.
"Lucky's Little Arcade," Erik reads aloud, laughing a little and shaking his head. "You think Lucky is the owner's real name or nickname?" He turns to me, neon from the sign illuminating his face and making it seem sharper than it is. The darkness and the neon builds this weird atmosphere that excites me but also makes my stomach fill with butterflies from nerves.
"Let's go inside and find out, shall we?"
YOU ARE READING
In The Eyes Of a Saint
Teen FictionI stare at the cars. I stare at the people. I look up and I stare at the sky. I stare at the clouds. A few birds fly by. I stare at those, too. Then, I look at the buildings. Some are completely lit up. Others are only partially. I stare at the cars...
