Chapter 4
Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own FF8.
"Wow," uttered Rinoa as Seifer led her into the Golden Platter, the most exclusive restaurant in Deling. She had never believed that she could ever set foot inside this building. As a child, she had dreamed that she would be seen going to this restaurant on the arm of a dashing, charming young man. It was just a shame she was here with Seifer.
Once seated, Seifer loudly shouted, "Hey, can we get some service in here." Seifer obviously had a high sense of self-importance.
"I'm sorry, sir. Would you like a drink?" asked the waiter. Rinoa smiled apologetically at him.
"Yeah, two glasses of champagne. And be quick about it," he ordered.
"He didn't even ask what I wanted," thought Rinoa to herself wistfully.
"And would you bring us the menu?"
"And he's impolite. He doesn't even say please."
"You think they'd be nicer to me, wouldn't ya? I'm their biggest customer." He said this to deliberately impress Rinoa, and she had to admit that she was impressed with how rich he was.
"Yes. They treat you appallingly," Rinoa said with a hint of sarcasm that went undetected by Seifer.
As the meal went on, she found herself thinking more and more of Squall. She wished that he were here with her. He might not have talked much but at least he didn't constantly talk about himself, which was what Seifer had been doing for the last hour. Rinoa wasn't interested in how Seifer was the head of a world famous corporation, or in how much money he had.
"Of course," Rinoa agreed. Not that she knew what the question was, but it looked like Seifer was waiting for an answer. She just couldn't concentrate on what he was saying. Her mind once again began to drift.
"Why was he at the bar? What did he want?"
"Come look at my car. What d'ya think?"
"It's nice," replied Rinoa, not knowing what else to say.
"Well, I'm going to take you home in it. Aren't you lucky?"
"Very." Rinoa wondered why Seifer didn't seem to notice her sarcasm.
Seifer put his foot down, causing Rinoa to hold on to the door for comfort.
"Look how fast it goes. Isn't it great?"
"Seifer's just like a big child," Rinoa thought with contempt.
"Isn't it?" Rinoa was saved from answering the question by the sound of a siren behind the car. Maybe the Deling police would save her from this hell. Seifer pulled over and the policeman got out his car.
"Do you know how fast you were going?" Seifer rolled down the window of the car.
"Good, evening officer."
"Mr Almasy, I'm so sorry. I didn't realise it was you. Carry on." Rinoa's jaw dropped. She couldn't believe he was that powerful, and that much of a jerk.
When she got home, her father was waiting.
"How was this evening?"
"Fine."
"Good. I'm glad to see you like him."
"I have a headache. I need to go to bed," she lied, avoiding any more questions about the dinner.
Rinoa slipped into her silk nightgown and sat on the stool in front of her dressing table. She stared at her own reflection, brushing her hair. When she was satisfied that it was perfect, she removed her necklace and lay down in bed. Her last thoughts before she went to sleep were of Squall.
Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own FF8.
"Wow," uttered Rinoa as Seifer led her into the Golden Platter, the most exclusive restaurant in Deling. She had never believed that she could ever set foot inside this building. As a child, she had dreamed that she would be seen going to this restaurant on the arm of a dashing, charming young man. It was just a shame she was here with Seifer.
Once seated, Seifer loudly shouted, "Hey, can we get some service in here." Seifer obviously had a high sense of self-importance.
"I'm sorry, sir. Would you like a drink?" asked the waiter. Rinoa smiled apologetically at him.
"Yeah, two glasses of champagne. And be quick about it," he ordered.
"He didn't even ask what I wanted," thought Rinoa to herself wistfully.
"And would you bring us the menu?"
"And he's impolite. He doesn't even say please."
"You think they'd be nicer to me, wouldn't ya? I'm their biggest customer." He said this to deliberately impress Rinoa, and she had to admit that she was impressed with how rich he was.
"Yes. They treat you appallingly," Rinoa said with a hint of sarcasm that went undetected by Seifer.
As the meal went on, she found herself thinking more and more of Squall. She wished that he were here with her. He might not have talked much but at least he didn't constantly talk about himself, which was what Seifer had been doing for the last hour. Rinoa wasn't interested in how Seifer was the head of a world famous corporation, or in how much money he had.
"Of course," Rinoa agreed. Not that she knew what the question was, but it looked like Seifer was waiting for an answer. She just couldn't concentrate on what he was saying. Her mind once again began to drift.
"Why was he at the bar? What did he want?"
"Come look at my car. What d'ya think?"
"It's nice," replied Rinoa, not knowing what else to say.
"Well, I'm going to take you home in it. Aren't you lucky?"
"Very." Rinoa wondered why Seifer didn't seem to notice her sarcasm.
Seifer put his foot down, causing Rinoa to hold on to the door for comfort.
"Look how fast it goes. Isn't it great?"
"Seifer's just like a big child," Rinoa thought with contempt.
"Isn't it?" Rinoa was saved from answering the question by the sound of a siren behind the car. Maybe the Deling police would save her from this hell. Seifer pulled over and the policeman got out his car.
"Do you know how fast you were going?" Seifer rolled down the window of the car.
"Good, evening officer."
"Mr Almasy, I'm so sorry. I didn't realise it was you. Carry on." Rinoa's jaw dropped. She couldn't believe he was that powerful, and that much of a jerk.
When she got home, her father was waiting.
"How was this evening?"
"Fine."
"Good. I'm glad to see you like him."
"I have a headache. I need to go to bed," she lied, avoiding any more questions about the dinner.
Rinoa slipped into her silk nightgown and sat on the stool in front of her dressing table. She stared at her own reflection, brushing her hair. When she was satisfied that it was perfect, she removed her necklace and lay down in bed. Her last thoughts before she went to sleep were of Squall.