𝘽-𝙎𝙞𝙙𝙚

Ｏｌｉｖｅ Ｏｉｌ

Ｆｉｆｔｙ Ｆｏｕｒ-Ｏｌｉｖｅ Ｏｉｌ

"Where are we going?" I ask, looking out the window. We were traveling to some undisclosed location that Rhys refused to tell me. My hands start to go through my hair but stop when I feel the silky ribbon in my hair.

"It was my mom's. The ribbon." He breaks the silence, making a turn on the vacant streets of Seoul. I fiddle with the bag that Rhys got me as silence fills the air.

We stop in front of a very posh looking restaurant and I immediately get reminded of my date with Romeo. Rhys chuckles when he sees my reaction,

"Flashback?" He asks, opening the car door for me. I step out, clutching my purse to me for dear life,

"You have no idea." I look around and unlike last time, I don't feel out of place. My pants made me feel like a strong businesswoman, even though my mind was telling me the opposite.

"This is my parent's favorite place to eat. Mainly because they serve Italian food though." He stops in front of the entrance and looks at me seriously,

"Are you sure that you're okay with doing this? I can always tell them the truth." He looks at me, a small amount of sadness on his face. I hesitate before answering, making sure that I actually want to go through with my decision.

"No, it's fine Rhys. I'm okay with doing this." I say firmly, leaving little to no space for argument. He beams brightly and kisses my temple, letting his lips linger for a while,

"Thanks, Talulah." He murmurs, intertwining our hands together to sell the act.

"Let's go," I say, internally preparing myself to be a great improviser. Rhys nods his head,

"Let's go," he says as we walk into the restaurant. Instantly, I feel transported back in time. The main waiting area shifts to represent a classy hotel from the nineties. Red, black, and white are the most prominent colors displayed and the whole aesthetic making me hear the crackling of vinyl.

"Woah," I mutter, speechless. Rhys lovingly gazes at my amazed figure. His hand gently pulls mine along and to the front. He talks to the man in Korean, the words flowing off his tongue like sweet honey. The only thing I could catch was Park, which was his last name.

The man gently bows at Rhys and turns swiftly on his heels, leaving us to follow him. Rhys holds his hand out,

"Shall we?" I playfully curtsy, nodding my head,

"We shall." I encase his ringed fingers on my own. He quickly locates the waiter and continues following him. The waiter led both of us to a private room that only had two tables inside. My eyes fall on Rhys's parents and when their eyes catch mine, smiling widely when they see my hands intertwined with Rhys's.

I wave back with my hand that wasn't in Rhys's hold. Rhys gently pulls the chair back and I sit in the dark oak wood, playing with my ring underneath the table. As Rhys gets situated at the table, his mom starts the questions,

"So, Talulah, how are you doing? It's been a while since I've seen you." She asks, folding the napkin and laying it on her lap. I make eye contact with her and nod quickly,

"I've been doing pretty well and ever since I started dating Rhys it has become much better," I exclaimed, picking up the menu and looking at it, only to realize that seventy-five percent of the menu was in Korean.

"Crap," I muttered colorful phrases under my breath, as I couldn't understand three-fourths of the menu.

"I like your ribbon Talulah." His father says, as I gently touch the black ribbon located at the top of my head.

"Thank you Mr.Park, Rhys said that it was Mrs.Park's." I smile as I put the menu down on the table. Mrs.Park nods gently, her slender hands grasping around the glass cup as she sips from her Shirley Temple,

"Yes, it was mine. I had worn it on my first date with this man. Oh, and please call us Aunty and Uncle, we've been telling you this since we first met you." She explains, looking at me gently. I nod, taking a couple of sips out of my cup of water,

"Ok, aunty and uncle," I exclaim, making sure that my mood gets across as vibrant.

"Rhys, when did you decide to take her out?" His father asks while looking through the menu, as he hadn't been here a hundred times before.

"I had asked her when she was finishing her painting up. She was surprised but then she said yes." Rhys smiles a little bit at the made-up idea of our date.

Mrs.Park catches the attention of the waiter as Rhys leans over towards me. His lips ghost over my ear as he whispers,

"Do you know what you want princess?" I shake my head frantically,

"I can't read the menu Rhys. I have no idea what half the dishes are on the menu." I harshly whisper. Rhys chuckles lowly,

"What do you order at Olive Garden?"

"Chicken Alfredo. Why?" I ask, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear.

The waiter finally comes around and takes everybody's orders. When he goes to ask me, Rhys comes in to save the day, his mouth twisting and turning around the syllables. The waiter quickly writes the order down and then leaves, leaving me flabbergasted.

"What did you say, Rhys?" I ask, starting to play with my fingers underneath the table. He notices this and puts his warm hand in mine,

"I just said that you wanted to get chicken alfredo." I look at him, raising an eyebrow,

"Really? Cause that sounded a hell more than chicken alfredo." I shoot back, causing him to snicker underneath his breath,

"Sassy." He smirks, not expecting me to hear what he said. I smirk right back, doing a small hair whip in front of his face, allowing him to get a mouthful of hair,

"I know I am."