Liaisons
Disclaimer - I do own all of the ER cast. It's great, I mean, WOW! Ok, ok, I do NOT own any of the ER cast.
Chapter 4 - Chicken Chow Mien
* Pratt's POV *
"So, um, Chinese?"
"Great. I love Chinese." Few, she loves Chinese. Good. The first few seconds, and we're not arguing.
"So, how's Ella?"
"She's fine thank-you. Growing up fast. She really reminds me of Mark." She stopped, almost crying. What should I do?
"That's great. She'll never forget Mark. He was a great man. It would be lovely if she turned out even a half of what he was." So much for a fun evening. No, give it a chance.
"So, Chinese?" She was obviously as uncomfortable as I was.
"Yeah, great." I wasn't acting like my normal self. Since when was I so kind and gentle? It was very unnerving. We took a short-cut along the bridge, hardly talking.
"This place seems nice."
"Yeah, great." We entered it. It was a small, comfy, unknown, Chinese restaurant. Very sweet, very romantic. This was turning out to be a nightmare.
* Elizabeth's POV *
How could I choose a place like this? It was way too romantic. This 'date' was just for fun - it's not like anything is going to happen. This is so not funny. I'll kill Susan with my bare hands, I swear.
"May I take your order?" A short Chinese waiter was standing next to us, notebook poised.
"I'll have some egg fried rice and crispy duck please."
"Certainly sir. And for the lovely lady?"
"Um, King prawn noodles and ribs in the, um, Chinese sauce." The waiter took my menu and lit the candle in the middle of the table. Now there was a romantic glow over the table. Mark would have loved this place. Maybe that's why I hate it, because I'd rather be here with Mark. God, I feel so guilty. I should be trying to enjoy the evening.
***
"My most embarrassing moment? God, there are too many to choose from!"
"C'mon, you've got to have one most embarrassing moment. We all do." It was turning out to be quite a fun evening. We were waiting for our desserts, the ice finally broken.
"Well what's yours?"
"Um, well - "
"Don't try and tell me that you haven't got an embarrassing moment Greg - I won't believe you." I was stopped from continuing by the arrival of our puddings. Chocolate cake for me, Banana split for Greg.
***
* Pratt's POV *
"That place wasn't too bad was it?"
"No, it was good." I didn't quite know what to say. We had broken the ice at dinner, but now there seemed to be a whole glacier in our way.
"It was the sort of place Mark would have loved." Typical. What was I supposed to say in response to that?
"He would have ordered his usual. Crispy seaweed, Crispy aromatic Duck, and his favourite - Chicken Chow Mien."
"The man had taste, I know that." That was so not what I should have said.
"Really? I always thought he chose the most boring and horrible things."
"He chose you didn't he?" Crap. Why, oh why did I say that. Gallant is gonna love this. I could almost see his face, trying not to laugh. Why wasn't he in this situation? Lucky Git.
"Um, thanks."
* Elizabeth's POV *
What was I supposed to say to that? The night seemed totally ruined, just by one stupid comment. I didn't feel angry at Greg. I felt angry at myself. Why had I even let myself enter this stupid thing? It's pathetic. I'm pathetic. Oh no, I'm welling up.
* Pratt's POV *
She was crying. This was a total nightmare. Suddenly she stopped.
"This is me. Thanks for dinner." Then she ran up the steps and entered the house. I had ruined it. But why did I care so much? I felt guilty because I'd made her cry, but why else should I care that the date was ruined? Like Gallant said, she's not my type. She's like ten years older than me. I don't care. Why would I?
* I tried to make this chapter a bit longer, I hope you like! Sorry it's so late in coming, been really busy. I will add next chapter as soon as possible *
Disclaimer - I do own all of the ER cast. It's great, I mean, WOW! Ok, ok, I do NOT own any of the ER cast.
Chapter 4 - Chicken Chow Mien
* Pratt's POV *
"So, um, Chinese?"
"Great. I love Chinese." Few, she loves Chinese. Good. The first few seconds, and we're not arguing.
"So, how's Ella?"
"She's fine thank-you. Growing up fast. She really reminds me of Mark." She stopped, almost crying. What should I do?
"That's great. She'll never forget Mark. He was a great man. It would be lovely if she turned out even a half of what he was." So much for a fun evening. No, give it a chance.
"So, Chinese?" She was obviously as uncomfortable as I was.
"Yeah, great." I wasn't acting like my normal self. Since when was I so kind and gentle? It was very unnerving. We took a short-cut along the bridge, hardly talking.
"This place seems nice."
"Yeah, great." We entered it. It was a small, comfy, unknown, Chinese restaurant. Very sweet, very romantic. This was turning out to be a nightmare.
* Elizabeth's POV *
How could I choose a place like this? It was way too romantic. This 'date' was just for fun - it's not like anything is going to happen. This is so not funny. I'll kill Susan with my bare hands, I swear.
"May I take your order?" A short Chinese waiter was standing next to us, notebook poised.
"I'll have some egg fried rice and crispy duck please."
"Certainly sir. And for the lovely lady?"
"Um, King prawn noodles and ribs in the, um, Chinese sauce." The waiter took my menu and lit the candle in the middle of the table. Now there was a romantic glow over the table. Mark would have loved this place. Maybe that's why I hate it, because I'd rather be here with Mark. God, I feel so guilty. I should be trying to enjoy the evening.
***
"My most embarrassing moment? God, there are too many to choose from!"
"C'mon, you've got to have one most embarrassing moment. We all do." It was turning out to be quite a fun evening. We were waiting for our desserts, the ice finally broken.
"Well what's yours?"
"Um, well - "
"Don't try and tell me that you haven't got an embarrassing moment Greg - I won't believe you." I was stopped from continuing by the arrival of our puddings. Chocolate cake for me, Banana split for Greg.
***
* Pratt's POV *
"That place wasn't too bad was it?"
"No, it was good." I didn't quite know what to say. We had broken the ice at dinner, but now there seemed to be a whole glacier in our way.
"It was the sort of place Mark would have loved." Typical. What was I supposed to say in response to that?
"He would have ordered his usual. Crispy seaweed, Crispy aromatic Duck, and his favourite - Chicken Chow Mien."
"The man had taste, I know that." That was so not what I should have said.
"Really? I always thought he chose the most boring and horrible things."
"He chose you didn't he?" Crap. Why, oh why did I say that. Gallant is gonna love this. I could almost see his face, trying not to laugh. Why wasn't he in this situation? Lucky Git.
"Um, thanks."
* Elizabeth's POV *
What was I supposed to say to that? The night seemed totally ruined, just by one stupid comment. I didn't feel angry at Greg. I felt angry at myself. Why had I even let myself enter this stupid thing? It's pathetic. I'm pathetic. Oh no, I'm welling up.
* Pratt's POV *
She was crying. This was a total nightmare. Suddenly she stopped.
"This is me. Thanks for dinner." Then she ran up the steps and entered the house. I had ruined it. But why did I care so much? I felt guilty because I'd made her cry, but why else should I care that the date was ruined? Like Gallant said, she's not my type. She's like ten years older than me. I don't care. Why would I?
* I tried to make this chapter a bit longer, I hope you like! Sorry it's so late in coming, been really busy. I will add next chapter as soon as possible *
