She was great. She was so normal… so… herself. Most girls didn't act like that around me when I went out on dates. She said what she would've said in a normal conversation with a normal guy. The fact that I was famous didn't intimidate her. I was intimidated by her though. She came across as confident, or at least she was good at faking it. Her features were striking. And those curves, oh how I loved those curves. I hate that women think they have to be one hundred pounds. No. Women are beautiful because of their curves. Women are women because of their curves.

I loved that she wasn't afraid to sing with me. She actually had a decent voice. I watched as she tapped her feet and hands, the look of pure happiness on her face. There was nothing like a little karaoke before a date on a Friday night. We stayed like that until we arrived at the restaurant, in which a valet took the Corvette without hesitation. She hooked her arm in mine as we strolled into the restaurant. It was lowly lit, with little twinkling lights hanging from above. The design was like Norah's Aunt Deb's house, very simple. But with simplicity comes elegance.

A man dressed in a waiter's uniform came strutting towards us.

"Mr. and Mrs. Barakat?"

I practically felt the embarrassment vibrate off of Norah's body.

"Yes. That's us," I declared. I wanted to mess with her, see what her reaction would be.

"Right this way then."

She was shocked.

"Why did you say that?" she scream-whispered to me as we were lead to our table.

"Why not? Saves breath."

We were sat at table number seventeen, a small booth in the corner lit by candlelight.

"Here are you're menus. Would you be interested in our wine selection?"

Before I even opened my mouth, Norah decided for us with a quick, "Champagne, please."

"That would be great thanks." I answered, looking at the waiter.

He nodded promptly. "Wise choice. I'll bring out our specialty. No charge." He strode away, finally leaving us with some privacy.

"Not a wine girl?"

"Far from it. Never liked it much. I don't prefer champagne either, but I can drink it. I'm more of a liquor girl."

I was surprised. "I'm impressed."

"Yeah, that's what most people say."

"How long have you been drinking? You're only eighteen."

Nice girl with a bad side. I was into it.

"It's kind of a long story…"

Our waiter came around the corner, holding a bottle of champagne. He filled our glasses halfway. "Have you decided on your meals, Mr. and Mrs. Barakat?"

Norah turned bright red again. I grinned. I realized we hadn't even touched our menus.

"What do you recommend?" I asked.

"I recommend the steak. I order it every time."

"Medium-well," Norah said, handing over her menu.

"Same, thank you."

I felt Norah's leg gently press against mine from across the table. Electricity shot up my leg. She didn't move it.

I cleared my throat, shuffling in my seat. "So… I wanna hear how you got into drinking, Miss Illegal."

She giggled. It was so cute. "Well…"