Scott's Prospective-

The Spa hotel food is the best! After a long day of Chris torturing us a good meal really hits the spot.

When we lose, and have to stay in the cabin, we don't really get what most people would classify as a "meal"

In the Spa Hotel, we sit at a long table. With everything brought to us. It's so weird that the most torturous place I know can also be the most comporting.

I sat down on one of the red-velvet chairs, picking up the menu and scanning through the list of meals.

"Hey Scott" A voice said and sat next to me.

I looked up and smiled, "oh hey Courtney"

She smiled back at me, and took the seat closest to me.

"So what are you going to get?" She asked and picked up a menu.

"Well, I was in a burger mood but now I feel like pasta." I said,

"Um ok..." She said, "Why a pasta mood?"

"Well, are you going to get pasta?" I asked,

"Um, no... I wasn't in a pasta mood."

"Ok, well what are you getting? What's wrong with pasta?"

"Wha- Nothing is wrong with pasta. I love pasta! But I just don't feel in a pasta mood..." She said slowly, eyeing me quizzically.

"Well what are you getting than?"

"Why do you want me to get pasta?"

"Why don't you like pasta?"

"Why do care?"

"What are you getting then?"

"Do you really want me to get pasta?!"

"Yes."

"Why?"

We where both staring at each other now. Courtney's eyes where filled with annoyance, and wonder. Also in a way, her eyes seemed like they where... smiling at me somehow.

Right then, I also realized that the rest of our team where all staring at us.

"Well?" Courtney asked, still not realizing that we where the eye target of the rest of our team.

I looked down and mumbled: "The lady and the tramp."

"What?" She asked,

I looked up into her eyes, "The lady and the tramp."

Her eyes where still cold and hard with confusion, then they grew wide, then I saw then soften. With... understanding?

"So?" A voice asked, and we both whipped around.

It was a waitress.

"Um..." Courtney began, I watched as her eyes wandered over to me, and back to the waitress.

She smiled, "Two pastas please."