Chapter 6: Memories
As Grace and Eric were devouring their steaks, Grace had a flashback to when she met Victor Melling. Grace spaced out. Her fork dropped.
"Grace? Earth to Grace?" Eric said waving his hand in front of her face.
"Wha..what?" she asked dazed.
"You totally spaced out. Are you okay?" He asked, concerned.
"I guess. I just had memories of when I met Victor Melling and he kept saying how bad manners I had. I was reformed during the pageant and now, here I am, acting the same way."
"Guilt gut?"
"More like, hungry gut. Stop talking so I can eat."
"That's my Gracie Lou" He said. Then he winced but she was too busy eating to notice.
Eric sighed happily and got back to his blood rare steak, which he would never eat under regular circumstances. He looked up at Grace and smiled.
After 10 minutes of silence except for the scraping of forks and knives on the plates and slurping of beer, Grace burped loudly and dropped her utensils.
"Had enough?" Eric asked.
Grace looked at him skeptically. "You are kidding right?"
"Of course!" He forced a laugh.
"That laugh is as fake as..as.I don't know but it definitely is" she covered.
"Nice cover" Eric grinned.
"Thanks" She said, caught off-guard.
"Up for desert now?"
"Of course." She cracked her knuckles.
The waiter approached. "What can I get you two for desert?"
"A whole chocolate cake, pint of Ben and Jerry's Cookie Dough Ice cream, crème Brule, and 2 more beers. What do you want Eric?"
"Grace! You have to be on a diet for this pageant." Eric scolded.
"I have been! Until today. So, I'm now splurging."
"It is in 3 days! Get with the picture?"
"No. I am getting a whole chocolate cake, and a pint of Ben and Jerry's Cookie Dough Ice cream, crème Brule, and 2 more beers."
"So, a whole chocolate cake, pint of Ben and Jerry's Cookie Dough Ice cream, crème Brule, and 2 more beers?" The waiter cut in.
"And another beer for me" Eric cut in.
"So 3 beers. Got it. I will be right back with you're food." The waiter took the menus and walked off.
"If anyone in the agency, or in the pageant find out about this, I'm screwed. So, I'll let you have this now, but in the morning at 5 AM you are getting up and running 20 miles."
"You can just try me." She growled.
"I will." Eric laughed.
10 minutes later the food came and Grace jumped on the cake and ice cream.
"Hey, save some of this for me!" Eric exclaimed.
"If you eat this, you have to run 20 miles with me." She threatened.
"No way. I'll go as far as waking you up, and all, but I ain't running."
"Then back off my food." She warned.
"Deal." Eric sat back and watched her eat.
When she finished 20 minutes later, Grace burped loudly and looked saw Eric staring at her, jaw dropped.
"What? Is their something on my face?"
"Yeah, a spot of chocolate on your chin and left cheek."
"Oh well. It can be my snack later."
"Gross" Eric exclaimed. "I actually was kidding."
"I knew that" She covered quickly.
"Sure, sure you did." Eric laughed.
As Grace and Eric were devouring their steaks, Grace had a flashback to when she met Victor Melling. Grace spaced out. Her fork dropped.
"Grace? Earth to Grace?" Eric said waving his hand in front of her face.
"Wha..what?" she asked dazed.
"You totally spaced out. Are you okay?" He asked, concerned.
"I guess. I just had memories of when I met Victor Melling and he kept saying how bad manners I had. I was reformed during the pageant and now, here I am, acting the same way."
"Guilt gut?"
"More like, hungry gut. Stop talking so I can eat."
"That's my Gracie Lou" He said. Then he winced but she was too busy eating to notice.
Eric sighed happily and got back to his blood rare steak, which he would never eat under regular circumstances. He looked up at Grace and smiled.
After 10 minutes of silence except for the scraping of forks and knives on the plates and slurping of beer, Grace burped loudly and dropped her utensils.
"Had enough?" Eric asked.
Grace looked at him skeptically. "You are kidding right?"
"Of course!" He forced a laugh.
"That laugh is as fake as..as.I don't know but it definitely is" she covered.
"Nice cover" Eric grinned.
"Thanks" She said, caught off-guard.
"Up for desert now?"
"Of course." She cracked her knuckles.
The waiter approached. "What can I get you two for desert?"
"A whole chocolate cake, pint of Ben and Jerry's Cookie Dough Ice cream, crème Brule, and 2 more beers. What do you want Eric?"
"Grace! You have to be on a diet for this pageant." Eric scolded.
"I have been! Until today. So, I'm now splurging."
"It is in 3 days! Get with the picture?"
"No. I am getting a whole chocolate cake, and a pint of Ben and Jerry's Cookie Dough Ice cream, crème Brule, and 2 more beers."
"So, a whole chocolate cake, pint of Ben and Jerry's Cookie Dough Ice cream, crème Brule, and 2 more beers?" The waiter cut in.
"And another beer for me" Eric cut in.
"So 3 beers. Got it. I will be right back with you're food." The waiter took the menus and walked off.
"If anyone in the agency, or in the pageant find out about this, I'm screwed. So, I'll let you have this now, but in the morning at 5 AM you are getting up and running 20 miles."
"You can just try me." She growled.
"I will." Eric laughed.
10 minutes later the food came and Grace jumped on the cake and ice cream.
"Hey, save some of this for me!" Eric exclaimed.
"If you eat this, you have to run 20 miles with me." She threatened.
"No way. I'll go as far as waking you up, and all, but I ain't running."
"Then back off my food." She warned.
"Deal." Eric sat back and watched her eat.
When she finished 20 minutes later, Grace burped loudly and looked saw Eric staring at her, jaw dropped.
"What? Is their something on my face?"
"Yeah, a spot of chocolate on your chin and left cheek."
"Oh well. It can be my snack later."
"Gross" Eric exclaimed. "I actually was kidding."
"I knew that" She covered quickly.
"Sure, sure you did." Eric laughed.
