Chapter 13
The next morning, Amy woke up at 7:30am. She got out of bed and headed to the shower. She had to be quick if she was going to meet Kiara. In record time, Amy had showered, washed and dried her hair and got dressed. She looked at the clock on her bedside cabinet. It read 7:50am. 'Just enough time for me to get down to the restaurant!' she thought, grabbing her card key and leaving the room. She ran down the stairs and arrived at the restaurant as the big clock in the lobby chimed eight o'clock. Looking around, she spotted Kiara at a seat near the back of the restaurant. She headed over towards her.
"Hey! How are you this morning?" Amy greeted Kiara cheerfully as she sat down.
"Morning! I'm a little sore, but I expected that! I've never done moves like the ones I was doing last night before!" Kiara replied, just as cheerfully.
"Yeah, but you'll get used to them. So what are we getting for breakfast?" Amy said, picking up the menu in front of her. Kiara followed suit.
Looking over the top of the menu, Kiara studied Amy intently. 'She has no idea!' she thought before turning her attention fully to the menu. She was getting hungry now.
"Well, I think I'll have a full breakfast with French toast. I'm really hungry!" exclaimed Amy, putting her menu down. "What about you?"
"I think I'll have... Belgian waffles, and then bacon and pancakes to follow. I'm starving too!" Kiara replied, closing her menu and putting it on top of Amy's. "What do you want to drink? Tea? Coffee?"
"No, I don't drink tea and coffee. I'll just have a glass of fresh orange juice." said Amy, looking for a waiter and beckoning the first one that caught her eye.
"Well, I can't start the day without a big pot of coffee!" Kiara laughed as the waiter reached the table.
"May I take your order?" he asked politely, trying not to stare at Amy.
"Oh, yeah. I'll have a full breakfast with French toast, and a glass of fresh orange juice please." Amy requested, smiling at the waiter, who did his best not to blush.
"Very good. And for you Madam?" he asked, turning to Kiara.
"I'll have the Belgian waffles to start, and then I'll have bacon and pancakes please." Kiara said, also smiling.
"And to drink?"
"Oh yes, I'll have a pot of coffee please."
"Thank you. Your drinks will be here in a minute." The waiter said, collecting the menu's and leaving the table.
"Did you see that guy blush when you smiled at him?" Kiara exclaimed excitedly in a loud whisper once the waiter was out of earshot.
"Yeah, I guess he must be a fan. Maybe I'll autograph a napkin and leave it with the tip. Did you get to see his name?" Amy replied, laughing a little. She was flattered, but she was used to it by now. She knew he'd recognised her but not Kiara, since Kiara hadn't appeared on TV yet.
"Yeah, it was Chip, I think." Kiara replied, stifling a giggle.
"Chip?! Oh my God! What a name! Hey, you should leave him your autorgraph too, then he can tell all his friends that he knew who you were first! What's your ring name going to be anyway?" Amy exclaimed, trying not to laugh, then quickly becoming serious again.
"Yeah, Vince told me that it's going to be Kalika. Apparently it means 'she who destroys' and since that's what I'm supposed to be doing to you, Vince thought it was fitting." Kiara sighed, as though she weren't sure if the name suited her. 'I couldn't agree more.' she thought.
"It's a little strange, but it's not bad. It could be a lot worse. I'm sure it'll grow on you in time." Amy replied, reassuringly, oblivious to Kiara's thoughts. Before Kiara could say anything else, the waiter approached with their drinks. "Thank you." said Amy, "Hey, have you got a pad of paper we could borrow please?"
"Yes, certainly Madam. Here you go." the waiter replied, handing Amy a spare order pad from his pocket.
"Thank you Chip." Amy said, reading his name off his badge. "I'll be sure to get it back to you." Chip blushed again and quickly walked away from the table. Amy and Kiara started laughing quietly.
"What are you going to do with that?" Kiara asked, once her laughter had subsided.
"Leave him an autograph! I told you! You're leaving yours too, with a little note to explain who you are, of course." Amy said, tucking the notepad into her bag. She didn't want to write the autograph out until they'd finished breakfast, for fear that she'd spill something on it, or that Chip would see it. "Oh, shh, here he comes with breakfast!"