Blake and Michael couldn't believe it.

They were out on another adventure with Trevor Phillips on the night of the town, as he brought along Franklin from out of his Vinewood Hills home, and now all that was missing was Carter Missildine.

"What?! What the fuck you mean not tonight?!" Trevor snarled slamming his hands on the counter.

"Look, T as much as I want to spend some time with ya, I have a restaurant to run and you don't know how busy it be during opening hours." Carter explained to the psychopath.

"Ah, you're just saying that cause that there's a gorgeous lady back there!" Trevor shouted, as Norah jumped slightly when the psychopath mentioned her. "She's so sexy, and nice tits by the way."

"Ignore him, Norah, he's one of wonderful friends." Carter said, turning around to see Norah holding her black tray of two vanilla milkshake and a strawberry one, before she walked out the kitchen, walking towards the table Michael, Blake and Franklin were sitting in.

"It's good to see you again, Michael." Norah said with a smile curled on her pink lips, placing a vanilla milkshake in front of him on the table.

"Nice to see you again, sweetheart."

"Sweetheart?" Blake questioned, as Norah place a strawberry milkshake in front of the dark haired teen, before placing the other vanilla milkshake in front of Franklin. Once Norah heard Blake's voice, she looked to see the teenager looking confused.

"Oh, I'm sorry for my daughter's confusion." Michael apologized. "This is my daughter, Blake and this is Franklin… the son I ever wanted."

"Geez, thanks 'Dad'." Franklin said, jokingly.

"Ha, ha, screw you kid." Michael said.

"It's nice to meet your daughter, I can tell she looks exactly like you, Michael." Norah said, looking back at Blake who started eating her strawberry milkshake through a red and white striped straw.

"I get that a lot." Blake said, removing her mouth from the straw, without looking to see Franklin who touching her whipped cream with his index finger and placed it on her nose, earning laughter from the two. "Hey, stop that!"

"Make me girl…" Franklin growled in her left ear.

"I'll make you… but not right now." Blake said.

"And…" Trevor said, before making a jumpy Norah turn around to face him. "The names Trevor, sweet cheeks."

"Uh… nice to meet you, Trevor." Norah said nervously.

"Cut it out, T!" Michael demanded.

"Aww, calm the fuck down, sugartits." Trevor said, before wrapping his arms around Norah's waist, pulling her close to him, smelling the sweet smell of sparkling champagne, crystal peonies and almond crèame. "I'm just being nice to the sweet lady."

"Dude, you have Lunch's mom." Franklin said, referring to Blake's friend Lunch who's mother works as a stripper at the Vanilla Unicorn.

"Ah, she don't mind, Frank." Trevor said, before Norah moved away from Trevor, knowing that he was taken man. "You don't mind, Norah?" Trevor questioned, now holding Norah's hand, smelling her body scent, before kissing her hand.

"I guess so…" Norah slowly said.

"Ah, Norah, ignore him, come sit with me." Michael said, patting the red booth seat next to him.

"I would love too, Michael, but I'm still working." Norah said.

"Norah, you have been working past your shift." Carter said, from behind the counter. "You need to relax, after what happened. So, go ahead and enjoy yourself."

"Yes, sir." Norah said, before looking back at a smiling Michael. "Well, I guess I'm spending some time with you then."

"Perfect, I'll order me a beer and be right back." Trevor said, before walking away from them as Norah turn to face them.

"We don't actually serve beer at this hour." Norah said with a slight laugh…

"What do you mean you can't serve me beer here?!" Trevor said enraged at Carter. "What kind of a fucking restaurant you run here, you fucking softie?!"

"Trevor, last chance buddy… either you order something else or pay the price. You decide!" Carter said, before revealing his AP pistol and then Trevor looked to see some of the cooks from the kitchen area through the window. One of them pulled out a combat pistol and the other one held up a Sawn Off Shotgun, having it lock and loaded.

"Ha, ha, tap a nerve, didn't I?" Trevor questioned, backing away. "I'll go grab a beer, elsewhere."

"That's right, don't fuck with me." Carter warned.

Trevor left the restaurant without another word as he drove away in his red Canis Bodhi.

"That's my Uncle T, alright, fucked up in the head." Blake said, using her straw to stir around her half finished strawberry milkshake.

"Hey, Mike, T needs to learn how to get lose since he's been seeing me and Blake together." Franklin said. "Cause it's starting to creep us the fuck out, man."

"I don't blame ya, kid." Michael said.

Blake tapped her iFruit phone screen to see for the correct time and it was exactly 9:27 pm.

"Hey, you four, I have to close now." Carter said, removing his green apron. "But, you can still finish up them shakes if you wanna."

"Alright, C, since you own this place, we might as well stay longer

"Actually Dad, I need to go ahead and leave." Blake said.

"Blakie, we just got here, not while ago." Michael said.

"I know, but…" Blake said before standing up and placing her iFruit phone in the back pocket of black distressed skinny jeans. "I have a study date with Maxie J and I'm supposed to be spending the night with her. Franklin's gonna take me over there to Mirror Park."

"Yeah, if you don't mind, Mike." Franklin said, while scooting before standing up from the booth and now next to the dark haired teen.

"Nah, I don't mind, F." Michael said. "I'll stay here...with Carter and Norah."

"Huh?" Norah said confused, once she heard her name from Michael's mouth as she earned a chuckle from him. "You don't listen, do ya, sweetheart?"

"Sometimes, but I'm okay keeping you company, Michael." Norah said, looking at him with her big brown chocolate eyes.

"Alright then, sounds like a plan." Michael said, with a smile.

"See ya, dad." Blake said, before reaching over a placing a kiss on his forehead.

"I'll pick you up from school tomorrow, Blakie." Michael said, before he and Franklin did a fist bump.

"Yeah, sure, if you ain't drinking and driving." Blake said, before leaving the restaurant and climbing into the passenger side of Franklin's Bravado Buffalo, until Franklin climbed into the driver's side and drove away from Little Vespucci.

"I have a funny feeling that your daughter is not going to be spending the night over at her friend's house." Norah said, looking outside for a minute.

"What makes you say that?" Michael questioned

"Because of the way those two were doing eye contact, even though they're together, but when he put whipped cream onto your daughter's nose, that was the first sign." Norah explained.

"Oh really, I didn't know that." Michael said.

"Well, you learn something new everyday, Michael." Norah said, before using Michael's straw to stir around the ice cream glass. "So, tell me about yourself…" Norah said, before noticing the sliver wedding band on his finger. "Oh… you're married?"

"No, nah, I'm not married anymore… not yet." Michael said.

"Bad marriage?"

"Well, something like that. My wife cheated on me with two fucking pieces of shits, known as her tennis coach and her yoga instructor and I had enough off of the craziness from her." Michael explained, looking down at his silver wedding band. "So, I take my youngest daughter Blake out of the house with me, hoping that me and her will bond more and also not hoping that she won't be like her stepmother."

"Whoa, if it was me, I would have shove a tennis racket up her ass for doing that." Norah said.

"You have a pretty good sense of humor there, sweetheart." Michael chuckled.

"I'm not usually the one with good jokes, Michael." Norah stated, having her hands on her lap.

"Well, me either, baby." Michael said sarcastically, making Norah laugh.

"Hey, Norah…" Carter called out, holding two empty cardboard boxes where the frozen meats had been in. "Can you take this out to the dumpster for me, while me and Michael catch up?" Carter said, as the other works of the restaurant left out the front door to return home for the night.

"Yeah, sure thing." Norah said, before standing up from the booth and she suddenly felt Michael's hand grabbing onto her, making her turn around to face with a shock look on her face.

"Don't keep me waiting." Michael said.

"I… I won't." Norah said before removing her hand from his grasp. She never liked being grab or being pushed around, not since her previous relationship with her ex-boyfriend who lives in Chamberlain Hills.

Once she left Michael and grab the boxes that were in Carter's hands, she went towards the back door which leads to the alleyway. After walking towards the dumpster and throwing the boxes in there, she felt a hand clamped onto her mouth and an arm wrapped around her waist as her eyes widened and gave out a muffled scream.

"Shh…" a man hushed in her ear, before pushing her up against the brick wall of the restaurant. Norah's eyes widened as know who's the person grabbing her. "Hey, my dear Norah… how's my sexy girl?"

"Get off me, Jake!" Norah shouted, looking at the man in front of her who has chestnut brown hair and dark brown eyes like Norah's, while wearing a grey hoodie and blue jeans on.

"Still so feisty, which I like in you… when I'm in your skirt." Jake said.