Taylor's P.O.V
I swear you're whole world can change in a second. One minute you're on the ground hopeless, and the next your flying. That was the case for me, about an hour ago. I had gotten a call from my mom telling me she sent someone to pick me up. I was imagining yet another one of those materialistic sluts, but I was amazed before my own eyes. Her name was Erin. She makes my heart go pound, Erin. When I tapped her on the shoulder intentionally planning to ask her if she had seen someone that fit the description I knew about her, I was suddenly dazed with amazement. I was so glad she had turned out to be Erin too! When I looked down into her green eyes, I suddenly saw things I hadn't before. It was like I was traveling alone at night in the dark, and someone brought me a light to guide me. Her precious blonde hair fell into her face and a pain so forceful urging me to push it behind her ear so I could see all of her face.
I went to the car garage and unlocked the red Porsche. It was shiny, newly waxed, and good-looking. Perfect. Her mouth opened when she saw it.
"Sick ride dude!" she commented. I smiled at her astonishment. We got in the car and I headed to the fanciest restaurant in New York. "Armadillos." She was very curious to find out were I was taking her, but I wasn't going to ruin the surprise. We were madly flirting the whole way.
When we got there I hopped out of the car and opened the door for her. She looked the restaurant and gaped unexpectedly. She punched me real hard right on the bicep.
"YOU ARE TAKING US TO ARMIDILLOS! YOU SHOULD HAVE TOLD ME! IM NOT DRESSED UP ENOUGH!" she hollered.
"You look beautiful." I commented truthfully. She was wearing a low-cut red shirt with a jean skirt, and boots. Erin made my mouth water.
We walked into the restaurant and were suddenly bombarded with a huge long line of people. I grabbed her hand and pulled her to the front of the line.
"Do you have a reservation?" A female server I didn't recognize sated. Suddenly Ben (the manager) scurried over to Erin and I.
"Mr. Daniels! Ahhhh how nice to see you." He shook my hand grittily. "Long time no see. Are you in need of a table?" Ben had a British accent so when he said words like table its sounded like "Tab-EL."
"Yes, it has been a long time. A table would be fantastic, thank you." I smiled politely. Erin was looking at me, charmed by my magic of getting a table so quickly- when people had been waiting for almost an hour. I smiled at her.
"Very well then, right this way." Ben smiled. He brought us back to the reserved booths that had a view of the city. "May I ask who has accompanied you on this lovely evening." He asked gingerly.
"This is, Erin." I pulled her in front of me delectably. "Erin this is Ben."
"Lovely to meet you Erin." Ben greeted her, kissing her hand. That made me actually, really jealous.
"You too." She smiled at the gesture.
"May I start off with something to drink?" He asked, as we sat down at the booth.
"Red or white?" I questioned Erin.
"I don't mind. I like them both." She grinned.
"Okay uhh," I looked back at Ben, "Can we please have Red Shiraz?" I asked Ben carefully watching Erin's face. She smiled at my choice.
"Indeed." Ben said. "Coming up." He smiled and sauntered away.
"Thanks." I called after him.
"My favorite." Erin stated cheerfully.
"Favorite what?" I asked forgetting.
"Shiraz." She informed me.
"Oh yeah. Good." I grinned at her, getting caught up in her sparkling green eyes. She blushed and looked down at the menu carefully.
"So what are you goanna get?" she asked me curiously, noticing I had put my menu aside.
"Steak." I grinned, "with mushrooms, onions, sweet potatoes, and vegetables. Its my favorite." She laughed at my eager face.
"Sounds good. Veggie sucker huh?" she asked me, putting her menu aside, decided watch she would get as well.
"Excuse me?" I asked sounding offended- but I meant to- I was just playing with her. She was adorable.
"Oh…" she blushed again. "I mean uh," she paused clicking together with what she said had turned out differently than she intended. "Like you're a sucker for veggies huh?" she regained her train of thought.
"Yeah. Ever since I can remember. Oh, and Erin?" I asked.
"Yeah?" she warily responded.
"I knew what you meant when you said 'veggie sucker,' I laughed.
"That's not funny!" she joked. "Why is my embarrassment so hysterical to you?" she sounded so small.
"It's not," I paused, "its adorable." I said truthfully. Her face went blank, and her eyes filled with love and compassion. She was beautiful.
"Oh." She looked into my eyes and suddenly the world stopped. Nothing mattered at all, just, well, her. I sensed my role to protect her. To keep her protected from all the dangerous things that could easily harm her fragile body. We stared at each other both forgetting everything entirely. Hoping that one of us wouldn't look away from the love forming instantly. So this is what love felt like. Amazing. Boy was I naïve to think it was just an over used and fake term. F'in Ben! Why do you have to come right when the timing is absolutely horrible? He seemed to sense the unease and looked around awkwardly. I gave Erin an apologetic look that I had to look away. She nodded solemnly.
"Oh, Ben, thank you." I gestured him the wine glasses.
"Yes, yes Mr. Daniels." He smiled and poured wine into our glasses resting the bottle on his arm as it poured.
"So do you know what you're going to be ordering yet? Or do you need more time?" He asked.
"I think were ready," I paused and looked Erin to make sure she was set. She nodded. "May I please have steak, with mushrooms and onions, sweet potato and steamed vegetables?"
"Of course." Ben smiled. "And for you Ms?" He asked looking at Erin.
"Same as him please?" she smiled.
"Sure thing, thank you." Ben walked over away satisfied. Ben served the reserved the reserved seats, and left the waiters to the rest of the tables.
