hollywood whore | c. baker

twenty seven - in new york

august 25th, 2019.
new york city, ny.
six-thirty pm.

the lights of time square glistened in the darkness of the sky, creating an almost dream like atmosphere. amanda hadn't been to new york in years, and she was enjoying every second of it.

everything about the city was so inviting, loving, exciting. she thought it was beautiful. pete had a special dinner planned for tonight, though he wouldn't tell amanda where.

this was the first birthday that amanda had in years where she felt genuinely happy. sure she's had parties with friends, and family in the past, but something about being with the person you find shelter in most, alone in a beautiful city was somewhat eye opening.

"what's on your mind babe?" pete asked, snapping amanda from her thoughts. he intertwined his hand in hers, smiling at her softly, waiting for her response.

"oh just thinking about how this is the best birthday i've had in ages.." resting her head on his shoulder, amanda answered, pulling him closer to her.

the wind was cold as they walked to the restaurant pete had chosen. amanda could see that he was happy with her previous statement, just by the smile he had on his face.

"really?" his eyes lit up, just like a little kid in a candy store, she laughed nodding and then he smiled again, this time even bigger than before.

"i'm really happy to hear that mandi. i was kinda worried you would hate being away from your family and shit."

at first the idea of being across the country and away from her parents on her birthday really wasn't all that appealing to amanda. but pete made it easy, he made her feel at home here.

"i was a little nervous at first, but you've been so good to me. how can i not be the happiest girl."
she said, kissing his cheek softly as they walked.

"how'd i get so lucky, how'd i end up with you? you're too good for me. like i'm a fucking loser." seriously, he replied.

"baby you're not a loser, and i'm the lucky one..."
replying amanda grazed his thumb with hers, their hands still locked together.

—

via carota.
seven o'clock pm.

an italian restaurant known for its vegetable dishes. it's very expensive and amanda wasn't expecting pete to make a reservation there.

"via carota? no way? pete!" amanda beamed, jumping up and down excitedly as they approached the building.

he just smiled widely in response as they entered the dimly lit restaurant. "ciao! benvenuto! how can i help you?" the hostess greeted them at the entrance.

(hello! welcome!)

"i have a reservation." pete told her gently. she flipped through the book in front of her and then looked back up at him.

"ah perdonami, il tuo nome?" she spoke now in italian and amanda could tell pete was unsure of what she had said.

(ah forgive me, your name?)

"dovrebbe essere sotto il nome di pete davidson."
amanda stepped in responding in her native language.

(it should be under the name pete davidson.)

she must not speak much english, since she kept replying in italian, amanda thought to herself. not that she minded, she knew that it was good to use the language often to refresh her memory.