Rose POV

Mason and I walked into Il Fornello with smiles on our faces, ready for some good Italian food. The hostess was standing at a podium behind a 'please wait to be seated' sign, and she didn't look too happy. Her once blond hair was streaked with grey. She had that look about her that said she had gained wait recently and just didn't care. Nice.

We walked over to get a table placement from her a bit warily, but before either of us could say a word she started talking with a flat monotone voice.

"How many?" she asked.

"Two." Mason and I replied together.

"That will be about a 30 minute wait." She continued in monotone

"I have a reservation." Mason told the woman.

That was smart of him. Maybe we weren't as exactly alike as I'd once thought. I mean I would never have thought to make a reservation; I'm more of a spontaneous, roll with the punches kind of girl.

"Oh, well please follow me to your table." She directed with zero emotion.

She led us through the maze of tables, Mason and I looked at each other both wondering why she hadn't asked for a name for the reservation. He shrugged and I took it as him saying 'just go with it'. High class place.

"Here is your table and menus, your server will be her momentarily. I hope you enjoy your dinner at Il Fornello." I honestly entertained the thought that she could've been a robot for a moment there. In a way it was actually entertaining.

She turned and walked away before either of us could act grateful and thank her.

"Well she was quite the charmer." I said to Mason quietly so she wouldn't hear. He laughed then replied;

"Yep, you got that right!" he pretended to eye her.

We both burst out laughing at our rude remarks and hid our heads behind our menus when people started to stare. But that just made us laugh harder. I know what people started to stare. But that just made us laugh harder. I know what you're thinking; we are very mature children.

"We are such children!" Mason sputtered, through dying laughter, voicing my thoughts.

"Well, we are probably the youngest ones here!" I glanced around. I was right most people were at least 25 and more so older. Then there's us 17 and 18.

"Rose you're right…..this just got a little awkward." He replied laughing again.

In the midst of our childishness our server had arrived.

"Hello, my name is Adrian," he pointed to his name tag. "I will be your server today; would you like to start with some drinks?"

His tone was a little like the hostess', almost a monotone, but it was more like he was just bored and his life needed a little excitement. I'm sure he could've gotten 'excitement' easily from a lot of girls.

Adrian was gorgeous, like hot, like crazy sexy. And he knew it, you could see it in his dark brown hair styled perfectly to look messy, even in the way he walked it was obvious. It was all I could do not to stare at him drooling. C'mon keep it together Rose, I thought to myself.

"Okay Adrian," I drew out the first A in his name, "I'm not sure what I want, what do u recommend?" I finished sweetly.

Adrian raised his eyebrows at me as if saying 'you can't order your own drink? Really?' I looked at him hoping to look hot for his sake but also innocent for Mason's. Honestly I was pretty pro at flirting, I was used to guys liking me and I like to have some fun with it, especially when the guy was this hot.

"Anything with vodka or rum in it." He answered matter of factly, winking at me with his beautiful emerald green eyes. But before I could reply Mason cut in.

"She's underage and I'm sure you know it."

"Don't worry I can pretend I don't" he looked mischievously at me, "What are you her over protective little boyfriend?" he asked Mason, "Hun you can do so much better!" Adrian added to me.

"No! I'm her older brother. Don't talk to her like that." Mason replied obviously getting mad at Adrian.

"Oh. So you're currently unattached?" he asked looking at me with interest. "Maybe I could fix that for you."

Before I could reply that I thought that was a grand idea, Mason spoke for me yet again.

"She's not interested in older guys?"

"Really?" Adrian looked questioningly at me, "When it comes to me most girls can get pretty easily over age superstitions."

"No." Mason said flatly. "Get us both cokes."

"Yes sir!" Adrian gave Mason a mock salute then started to leave.

"Make it a diet for me Adrian dear." I called out after him

"Of course. Anything for you." He called back over his shoulder. Once he was gone into the kitchen I went off on Mason.

"Mas! What the hell was that?"

"The guy was an ass, just protecting you Rose." His tone implied he was done with topic, well too bad because I wasn't.

"I'm not 5!" The volume if my voice was rising. "I'm 17 and I do not need protection, especially yours!" I glared at him.

"Fine Rose maybe I overreacted a little." He had caved under the heat of my glare.

"A little? Maybe?" People were starting to stare, but who cares let them stare. "You know what? Whatever! I'm going to the washroom."

I stood up and abruptly left, stalking away in a random direction that I hoped the washroom was in. I ended up in the kitchen finding Adrian instead but it had the same outcome; me away from my brother.

"What are you doing in here?" he asked when he saw me, looking perplexed but not at all disappointed.

"Well I was looking for the washrooms but I ended up here instead. Doesn't really matter though, I was just trying to get away from my brother. Sorry about how rude he was." I replied.

"Ahh, don't worry about it, I've gotten worse. Why don't I put a little something extra in your drink? To lighten up your mood?" he proposed one of the best idea's I'd heard all night.

"Yes that would be helpful. Now could you tell me where the bathroom is?"

He pointed around the corner; I thanked him then turned around towards the bathroom.

"What is this? No kiss for my services?" Adrian exclaimed feigning outrage.

"Yea right, in your dreams Adrian." I said over my shoulder to him.

"Damn right."