Chapter 8:

Cristina took a cab to Pan Pacific and in about 20 minutes she was in her room. It was an exceptionally luxurious room with a beautiful view. Much to her delight, there was also a coffee maker in her room. She was greatly tempted to have some coffee; but she really needed to get ready for her dinner with Owen and she only had 35 minutes to do so. Thus, she overruled the idea of coffee and jumped into the shower. In the next 10 minutes she was done with her shower, all she now needed to do was to figure out a suitable outfit to wear and she would be ready. She chose her black straight leg suit trouser along with her light pink ¾ sleeve crochet lace blouse and a petite stone drape jacket and to finish the touch she decided to wear her pointed toe black stiletto. She dried her hair and let them hang loose and applied just a little bit of makeup. She was standing in front of the mirror to give herself one last look when there was a knock on her door. She exactly who it was by the sound of the knock, she quickly opened the door for him. As soon as she laid eyes on him, her heart skipped a beat. He was a dressed in a casual evening black suit and a fitted white shirt; it was one of her favorite suits, one she had bought herself for him. He appeared so handsome to her. At the same time Owen was also busy admiring her.

"You look Amazing" Owen complimented, after appreciating her silently for a while, which instantly made her blush.

"Oh god, he can still make me blush" Cristina thought "Thank you, you look petty great yourself Owen"

"Thank you" Owen said, giving her a warm smile. They were still standing in the door way staring at each other.

"So are we ready to go" finally he asked, startling her.

"Oh, yes, off course. Just let me grab my phone and we are good to go"

"Your truck" Cristina cried excitedly after spotting the blue pickup parked outside. "You still have it" She literally hugged the truck.

"Off course I still have it. What are you doing?" Owen asked laughing.

"I missed this stupid thing"

"Really? I thought you hated my truck"

"I did not"

"But you use to always say that how big and unattractive my truck is"

"Oh come on, that was just to tease you. I love this truck"

"Come on, we should get going or we will miss our dinner reservations"

"Hmmm, so where are we going?" Cristina asked after settling back in the truck.

"Just wait"

The ride to the restaurant was quite. Cristina kept looking outside the window enjoying the sites of Seattle after all these years. And Owen on the hand was just enjoying the quite ride with her. After a while Owen pulled into a familiar parking spot.

"Morton's" Cristina chirped immediately recognizing the place. "We are having dinner at Morton's"

"Yes, we are" Owen replied with a joy in his voice. Back in time when they were together, Morton's was their favorite place for dinner, they loved coming here. Although they very rarely had the time for such activities but whenever they did manage to spare some time, they almost every time came to Morton's.

"I can't believe it's been more than 4 years since I was last here" Cristina said in a sad voice.

"Since we were last here" Owen said in the same manner.

"You haven't been here in all this time?" She asked in a down voice.

"I couldn't…"

"Dr. Yang, Dr. Hunt" An elderly man called out to them.

"Jeff" Both of them said at the same time.

"Wow, it has been time long since you two came here."

"Yes, it's been a while"

"Come on let me show you to your table".

Their table was in their usual spot, just the way they liked. After placing their order, Cristina examined the place elatedly. This was one of her happy places; it held many pleasant memories for both of them. While Cristina was consumed in the past, by all her happy memories, Owen on the other hand was mesmerized by the woman sitting in front of him. She was the center of his world once. He knew that he missed her, but he was realizing it in this moment, just how terribly he had missed her over the years.

"Look at this place, it hasn't changed a bit. It exactly the way I remember it" Cristina's voice brought him back to the present moment, starling him a bit.

"Aaa… Yes, it is … it is the same" Owen replied, startle marked in his stance.

"You ok?"

"Yes, yes I am fine" He replied, gulping his wine.

"Ok" she said in an uncertain tone.

"Cristina… I am just so glad that you are here, that we are doing this"

"Yes, I am too" Cristina gave him a heartwarming smile.

"There is, just so much that I wannna talk about…."

"Owen I know, I know there are a lot of things we need to talk about and we will; just not tonight. Tonight I just want to enjoy a quite relaxing evening with you. Please" She grabbed his hand over the table, and he instantly relaxed at her touch.

"Off course; we can talk later" He said, stroking the back of her hand with his thumb. The rest of the evening was spent, enjoying the sumptuous food and delightful conversation, reliving the beautiful memories..

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