from first love to worst heartbreak

Chapter 20

The cool wind feels smooth on my face. Big white clouds hang high in the sky and the evening is settling in. It gets darker every hour. I take a few steps forward and recognize Henry standing alone and looking at his phone. I start making my way in his direction and before I have reached him, he lifts his head and I have his attention. He is wearing grey trousers and a sweatshirt. His vintage black jacket highlight his outfit.

"Hi" he greets me with a big smile. He takes his hand out of his pocket and puts his phone in it.

"Hello" I say and show a friendly smile.

"Let's go" he says and starts walking forward. I nod in agreement and walk beside him.

"Where are we going?" I ask out of curiosity.

"There is a restaurant in town that just opened up. I heard that they have delicious food there." he joyfully notes.

"Well, let's find out if that is true." I tell. We walk to his car and I take a detailed look at it before stepping in. Our cars share the same brand but the series of his car is a little bit older than mine. The vehicle looks brand new and its matt black colour draws one's attention to it.

"I like your car. I have a BMW myself." I comment after putting my seatbelt on.

"Thank you. Which year collection?" he interestedly asks and starts the engine. Slowly driving out of the parking space, he moves his rear-view mirror.

"2015 i8" I say and his eyes widen at the mention.

"Nice. Where is it?" a question follows his reaction.

"I left it at home, I will get it anytime soon." I reply.

"This is such a weird question but are you rich?" he awkwardly asks maybe thinking it would make me uncomfortable.

"I have been asked that a lot, so it is not weird to me anymore" I admit. "But to answer your question, I am not, my dad is. He runs his own company." I answer his question.

"Why aren't you rich?" he breaks a quite laugh.

"Because I don't want to be just yet. I have never been a spoiled brat that only lived off of dad's money. Because of my father's position in his career, I was often stereotyped and misjudged by people who didn't know me." I open up.

"I get it" he seems to understand my explanation.

"And the thing is, he never spoiled me either. We have always lived a normal life with regular routines. We haven't got toilets made out of gold or tooth brushes with diamonds on it. And our house is a regular one with two floors, it doesn't look like a castle. The car is the only expensive thing he has ever gotten me. I didn't want it but he was desperate to buy it for my 18th birthday." I share my thoughts. All he does is listen to me carefully and nod when he agrees.

"He made a good job raising you that way" he agrees with my point of view.

"I had considered paying him back but that is in a way stupid. He doesn't need the money and it is a present and normally people don't pay back the amount of money you spent on their gift." I came to this realization a little while ago.

"You are right" he nods while keeping his eyes on the road. A little while after talking, we arrive at our destination.

I take a breath and step out of the car. From outside, the restaurant looks like a place only rich people would attend. Little light bulbs outline the name "Season 53". Big doors are wide open and people keep entering the restaurant. Henry gestures to walk forward and we start taking somewhat fast steps. Two tall men in black suits and white rags on their arms welcome us with a warm smile. A waiter approaches us and walks us to an empty table. We thank him and sit down. There are two burning candles on the table along with salt, pepper and two wine glasses.

"This place is unbelievable" I tell him my impression.

"I know, right?" he agrees. The same waiter that led us to our table, approaches us seconds later and shows us a bottle of wine. He recommends it to us and asks if we want to taste it. We don't resist and the waiter pours a little bit of wine in our glasses. I bring the glass to my lips and take a tiny sip. I feel an immaculate taste on my tongue. The man is looking down at us waiting for an answer.

"I would like some more please" I politely ask. The waiter does as he is told to and pours a fair amount of wine in my glass. As he faces Henry, he tells him that he has to drive and can't drink. Later on, we receive the menus. I take a look at every page and after a long time thinking and decide to order a Lebanon dish. The waiter takes our order and our menus.

"I like it here very much. I am glad we came." I start making a conversation.

"Me too. So, why don't you tell me about yourself a little bit?" he wonders.

"What do you want to know?" I ask for a specific question.

"Let's start with hobbies." he suggests.

"Sure" I say and finish my glas of wine. "I love football and boxing. I have been playing football since I was six years old. I started showing interest in boxing when I was nine. I love singing and writing songs as well as reading. I play piano and drums. I am pretty good at rapping." I talk about every aspect that goes through my mind at that very moment. Henry listens carefully while nodding.

"Wow, that is a fair amount of hobbies" he compliments.

"Thank you." I tease and giggle. "Your turn." I command and look at him.

"I love sports as well. I have been playing soccer for as long as I can remember. I love watching movies and tv shows. I once tried to play the violin but it didn't work out. I love biking and hiking." he says. The only thing that we have in common till now is football and watching movies.

"Interesting. I have to say I hate hiking." I honestly tell but this makes him break a laugh. "But I also love watching movies." I make a contrast between my sentences.

"Which one is your favourite?" he asks.

"Tough one. I would go with beautiful boy." I name the movie I watched together with Jace after the party.

"I have seen it. It was interesting." he shared his point of view.

"What is your favourite movie?" I question.

"Probably the notebook." he says. Romance? Is that his favourite genre?

"So your favourite genre is romance?" I ask.

"Not mainly, I also like mystery." he explains. "What is your favourite genre?" he asks.

"Thriller, horror, drama and also mystery." I name. Seconds after, our food is brought to us and put on the table. With a smiley face the waiter leaves the table wishing us to enjoy our meal.