As they walked through the beautifully arched double doors Rex reached the maitre d'.
"Reservation for Salazar," he said nervously.
"Right this way, sir," the man in the tuxedo said. They were seated at the center most table, in plain view of everybody in the room.
"I don't know if we should stay, Rex," Noah said sheepishly. "I feel like people are staring."
"Okay, we can leave." Rex stated with a grin. "After we eat."
"Ugh, fine then," Noah blurted in a hasty tone. "What are you going to get?" he asked his voice sounding calmer.
"I think I'll have the steak," Rex uttered. "Or maybe just some pasta. You?"
"I think I'll get the chicken parm, maybe with a salad." Noah responded.
A young brunette beamed at them, dressed in a black pants suit with a white bow tie. "Hello! My name is Alonza, I will be your server tonight. Are you ready to order?"
They placed their orders; Rex got the steak and Noah, the Chicken Parmesan.
"Very good choices gentlemen, your orders will arrive shortly." With that the young woman left them.
"You know? I've been thinking lately," Rex took Noah's hand, which was sitting on the table. "Why don't we take our relationship to the next level?"
Rex kissed Noah's hand. The two boys immediately heard gasps and laughter. After scouting the room they had noticed that most people had started to stare at them with a scowl or a look of disgust plastered on their face.