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for a response. It came from right behind me, and shit the life out of me!
“Why you looking for that? ” He asked.
“Fuck sake! Don’t sneak up on me! And I’m asking because I’m making cheese toasties!”
“Did you not listen to what I said a minute ago in the bathroom? We’re going out for something to eat!”
“We are?”
“Yep”
Now, usually, I’d have told him to take a running jump, for telling me what to do. B ut in all honesty, I was hungry.
“Oh, well, okay then! Where we going?”
“Amore”
I had to admit, it was a good choice. I’d only ever been once, for my birthday the previous year, and Taylor had paid. Never, could I have afforded that place. It was expensive, but worth it. It was a cutesy little Italian restaurant near the town centre, pretty sure it was owned by some famous chef, but I couldn’t tell you who.
We were seated straight away, which was definitely odd considering there’d usually be at least an hour wait if you hadn’t reserved a table before. Then again, this was Mason, and like I said, he thought he owned the world, so it wasn’t surprising that people treated him as such.
They sat us in a booth right at the back of the restaurant, it was slightly too romantic for my liking, but I went with it anyway. It was decorated with red suede seats, patterned glass screens surrounded by deep, rich brown wooden frames that matched the table and a single red candle in a silver holder sat in the middle.
Definitely too romantic.
We were served by an older guy, I would guess to be in his late forties . Never really been good with ages! He walked us to our table, handed us a menu each, then turned and addressed Mason. Not me... Mason.
“Would you like to see the wine list sir?”
Sir? You’re old enough to be his dad!
Mason looked to me and raised an eyebrow, silently asking if I would like to see the wine list, but I’m not a ‘wine-list’ kind of girl so I replied, “No thanks, I wouldn’t mind taking a look at the cocktail menu though.”
The waiter looked practically aghast at my request, then raised his chin slightly and declared, “We do not serve cocktails in this establishment.”
I didn’t get a chance to reply because Mason, still looking at me, ignoring the waiter, asked, “W hat cocktail would you want Sunshine?”
I thought on this, and probably should have thought a little longer before I answered... “A screaming orgasm.”
Mason’s eyes darkened and he visibly swallowed a couple of times. I watched as he clenched his teeth and took a deep breath through his nose, then turned back to waiter and asked, “Do you have a good quality vodka?”
“Well yes of course, but...”
“Do you have Baileys?”
“Yes sir, we do but...”
“Do you have a coffee liquor?” He spoke over the waiter again. I had to bite my lip to prevent a giggle. It was rude, he shouldn’t have done it, but it was still funny.
“Yes sir, we have a coffee liquor but...”
“Do you have amaretto?”
“Of course sir...”
“Then regardless of the fact that this establishment does not have a cocktail menu, you could make her one anyway yes?”
“Sir, we don’t...” The waiter attempted again, to no avail.
“If you have all the ingredients, and I’m assuming you have ice, then you could make her one anyway...yes?” Mason repeated.
T he waiters jaw worked back and forth a few times and I was waiting for him to ask us to leave or at least react, he didn’t though. But he did speak through clenched teeth so I knew Mason was testing his patience!
“I can ask at the bar.”
“Thank you, and I’ll take an orange juice.” Mason nodded at the waiter, suggesting we were done so he could leave us to peruse the menu. He did, but not before he sent me a scathing look and huffed out a breath.
As soon as he left, I couldn’t hold it in anymore and a giggle escaped my lips. I held my hand over my mouth so as not to laugh too loud, but if anything it only caused
“Why you looking for that? ” He asked.
“Fuck sake! Don’t sneak up on me! And I’m asking because I’m making cheese toasties!”
“Did you not listen to what I said a minute ago in the bathroom? We’re going out for something to eat!”
“We are?”
“Yep”
Now, usually, I’d have told him to take a running jump, for telling me what to do. B ut in all honesty, I was hungry.
“Oh, well, okay then! Where we going?”
“Amore”
I had to admit, it was a good choice. I’d only ever been once, for my birthday the previous year, and Taylor had paid. Never, could I have afforded that place. It was expensive, but worth it. It was a cutesy little Italian restaurant near the town centre, pretty sure it was owned by some famous chef, but I couldn’t tell you who.
We were seated straight away, which was definitely odd considering there’d usually be at least an hour wait if you hadn’t reserved a table before. Then again, this was Mason, and like I said, he thought he owned the world, so it wasn’t surprising that people treated him as such.
They sat us in a booth right at the back of the restaurant, it was slightly too romantic for my liking, but I went with it anyway. It was decorated with red suede seats, patterned glass screens surrounded by deep, rich brown wooden frames that matched the table and a single red candle in a silver holder sat in the middle.
Definitely too romantic.
We were served by an older guy, I would guess to be in his late forties . Never really been good with ages! He walked us to our table, handed us a menu each, then turned and addressed Mason. Not me... Mason.
“Would you like to see the wine list sir?”
Sir? You’re old enough to be his dad!
Mason looked to me and raised an eyebrow, silently asking if I would like to see the wine list, but I’m not a ‘wine-list’ kind of girl so I replied, “No thanks, I wouldn’t mind taking a look at the cocktail menu though.”
The waiter looked practically aghast at my request, then raised his chin slightly and declared, “We do not serve cocktails in this establishment.”
I didn’t get a chance to reply because Mason, still looking at me, ignoring the waiter, asked, “W hat cocktail would you want Sunshine?”
I thought on this, and probably should have thought a little longer before I answered... “A screaming orgasm.”
Mason’s eyes darkened and he visibly swallowed a couple of times. I watched as he clenched his teeth and took a deep breath through his nose, then turned back to waiter and asked, “Do you have a good quality vodka?”
“Well yes of course, but...”
“Do you have Baileys?”
“Yes sir, we do but...”
“Do you have a coffee liquor?” He spoke over the waiter again. I had to bite my lip to prevent a giggle. It was rude, he shouldn’t have done it, but it was still funny.
“Yes sir, we have a coffee liquor but...”
“Do you have amaretto?”
“Of course sir...”
“Then regardless of the fact that this establishment does not have a cocktail menu, you could make her one anyway yes?”
“Sir, we don’t...” The waiter attempted again, to no avail.
“If you have all the ingredients, and I’m assuming you have ice, then you could make her one anyway...yes?” Mason repeated.
T he waiters jaw worked back and forth a few times and I was waiting for him to ask us to leave or at least react, he didn’t though. But he did speak through clenched teeth so I knew Mason was testing his patience!
“I can ask at the bar.”
“Thank you, and I’ll take an orange juice.” Mason nodded at the waiter, suggesting we were done so he could leave us to peruse the menu. He did, but not before he sent me a scathing look and huffed out a breath.
As soon as he left, I couldn’t hold it in anymore and a giggle escaped my lips. I held my hand over my mouth so as not to laugh too loud, but if anything it only caused
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