After a few moments of them sitting at their fancy table in the equally fancy restaurant, it didn't take long for either of them to notice the disturbance that they'd created against the younger patrons within their proximity. Girls were whispering to their parents and surreptitiously pointing them out; their parents would nod and smile, though they obviously thought there were better things to talk about. Like taxes. Probably.
Luke scratched the back of his head, "You want to know what I like best about restaurants like these, Rose?" he asked, and, though she knew that he would answer even if she did say no, she replied to him, anyway.
"What do you like about these kinds of restaurants, Luke?" she asked, looking over her menu; there were an awful lot of things on the menu. She'd always been bad at making trivial little decisions like what to order at a restaurant, and it seemed like tonight would be no exception.
He smiled, "Absolutely no one will walk up to us and ask for pictures or autographs," he sat back, more comfortably in his chair, "I know I sound horrible for saying it," his voice lowered in it's volume as he spoke to her, "But sometimes I just need a break from all the fans walking up to me and doing that. It gets tedious."
Aria smiled a little, looking up from her menu; she enjoyed the fact that Luke was confiding in her like this. She hadn't known him for long, and for all she knew, he told this to every girl that he met within a few days of knowing her, but it still made her feel good.
To think, she'd thought that he was the next Douche, when, all this time, he was the Good Guy. Not the Nice Guy; those ones were always weird and canniving. Douches in disguise, you might say. 'Oh, I changed your lightbulb for you that one time. Since I'm such a 'good person', we need to have sex.'
"I understand where you're coming from," she nodded slowly as the waiter walked up to them, asking what they would like. Luke gestured for her to go first, but when she declined, he began to order.
"Yeah..." he trailed off, "Do you have anything, you know. Not intimidating or hard to pronounce? Something simple?"
"The Pissaladina is always a popular choice among our younger customers," the waiter said as if he'd heard the question a thousand time that day alone.
Luke blinked, "The what, now?"
"It's like pizza, sir."
Luke nodded contentedly, putting his menu down, and looking over at Rose, "I saw you had a hard time choosing what you wanted... do you just want to split the pizza?"
She nodded, "Yeah, that sounds great, actually," she thought she had been discreet with her dilemma; apparently not. At least Luke had noticed, and, even more amazing, had been able to take all of the pressure off of her, just like that.
Luke turned to the waiter, "You heard the lovely lady."
Once the waiter left, Luke and Aria got to relax again, even though they knew that every other pair of eyes in the room was on them. They tried not to let it phase them, and for the most part, they succeeded. Only once did two teenaged girls pass by and giggle while doing so, and even then, the couple were too engrossed in their own conversation to notice them.
"You're kidding. She did not come up to you when you were working," Luke shook his head in disapproval as Aria retold the story of her first encounter with paparazzi, "That's sort of terrifying, honestly."
She shrugged, and her eyes scanned the room again. They'd gotten the window seat, so she had what was arguably one of the best views of the strip she'd ever experienced, but the inside of the restaurant was just as aesthetically pleasing. Even though she'd lived her entire life in Vegas, she'd never been here, which she saw as a good thing.
