General Point of View-
On the way to the restaurant, Adam couldn't stop looking at Fiona. Only a few times she was looking back, but most of the time, she was staring out the window. It was quite an awkward ride. Everyone was looking every which way, and no one said almost anything, until Audra grew up courage to start conversation.
"So, Fiona, how is everything going with you?" She asks, turning around in her seat, to see all three teenagers filled in the back seat squished together.
"Oh, well, I'm doing really well! Schools going just great, and I've been able to talk to my family a lot more. They are actually coming down either next weekend, or sometime this week. It would mean a lot to me if you guys would have dinner with us." Fiona answered looking around the car at the faces looking at her.
"Well, we would be honored," Omar said, looking in the rear view mirror, "But do you think it's a good idea with Adam's condition?"
Adam looked up when he heard his name. Apparently, he was really absorbed in the game Drew was playing on his phone. He wasn't listening to what they were talking about.
"What?" Adam said, looking around blankly at the other people in the car smiling at him.
"Yep. I have a feeling we are going to get "Adam" back sooner than we thought." Audra said, turning back around in her seat.
Adam looked over at Fiona who was holding back her laughter.
"What?" He said, letting a small smile escape his lips.
"We were talking about how you should have dinner with my family and I, when they come down." Fiona said, nodding her head.
"Oh. Have I met them?" Adam said, furrowing his eyebrows.
"Not yet, but they know who you are. I'm pretty sure they know more than I do." Fiona said, laughing. "But they do know about your… condition." Fiona said, looking back up at him.
"So they know I can't remember anything?" Adam said, trying to match her eyes.
"No. About your other condition." She said, looking up to meet his eyes.
"Oh. "That." He said, quoting the last words with his fingers.
"So you know about that?" He asked Fiona, "And we're still dating?" He looked surprised.
"Well, when you love someone, you don't care about their faults. You try to help them with them, instead of running away."
After she realized what she said, she started to turn red.
"So." Adam said, nonchalantly, "You love me?" He said, turning his head, and putting on a wide grin."
She looked up, and before she was able to answer, they pulled up to the restaurant.
Once they entered the restaurant, they went to one of the back booths in the corner.
First Drew climbed in, followed by Adam, then Fiona. The two parents took the outside seats, looking at the teenagers.
Omar and Audra were still both surprised that Fiona was still with Adam. They loved their son, but he definitely wasn't Mr. Perfect.
He had many faults, and Fiona did nothing but help. She was right beside him when he attempted suicide, and was with him through all of the drama of high school. She really was literally perfect for him. They both knew that Fiona had faults to, and that Adam tried to help her with it. Fiona and Adam may have been raised completely differently, and may have been interested in the different things, but they had so much in common, it was scary!
Of course, since Adam can't remember anything, he doesn't remember how much he loved her. It was almost weird to see Adam not giving her the loving look he always used to. And they were sure Fiona missed it as well.
Once the waiter came up, they all ordered their drinks, and an appetizer. About a minute after the waiter walked off, Fiona noticed that Adam was still just staring at the menu.
He glanced over at her to she was looking back.
"You okay?" She asked, raising her eyebrows.
He looked from the menu to her a few times, before answering.
"I'm not sure what I like." Adam said, seeming almost embarrassed.
The rest of the people at the booth looked up, to see genuine remorse in Fiona's eyes. They, of course, didn't know that she was the reason for their son's amnesia. They knew that she was much more caring than his own brother Drew. Which wasn't a huge surprise.
"Well," She said, pushing away the thought, "When we came here a few weeks ago, you got the Chicken Parmesan, and you ate every bite. So if you wanted to be safe, I'd suggest you get that." She said, giving him one of her award winning smiles, before looking back down at the menu.
Adam could do nothing but stare at her. She was amazing. What she was doing for him was amazing.
Adam didn't realize he was staring, until he looked away to see his whole family smiling at him. Omar even gave him a wink. Adam instantly turned red, before closing his menu, and putting his hands on the table.
Adam was just sitting there, messing with his hands, when he felt a set of lips touch his cheek. It only lasted for a moment, but in Adam's mind, everything had slowed down.
After her lips left his cheek, he looked up at her, just as the waiter walked up.
"What can I get for you?" The waiter asked Audra.
He didn't look away. Fiona was fixated on the waiter, not noticing that he was looking at her. She stared to say her order, and Adam was still looking at her. He could do nothing but smile.
For the first time since he got out of the hospital, he remembered w little bit of who he was. From everything he was told, he wasn't perfect. Everything he remembered was something someone told him. His parents and doctor told him who he was, but he knew who she was.
She was his Fiona. And that's something he knew nothing could ever take away from him.
"Sir?" The waiter asked again.
Adam snapped out of his trance, to realize the whole table was looking at him.
"What? Oh, yeah. Sorry." He let out a quick laugh before telling the waiter his order. "May I have the Chicken Parmesan?" Adam asked, looking back at the waiter.
"Would you like a side salad with that?" That waiter asked, looking up from what he was writing.
Adam froze. Just as he looked over to Fiona to ask if he liked salad, she answered the waiter, as if she read his mind.
"No, he doesn't like salad. Can you give him another slice of your garlic bread, and take away the salad?" Fiona answered, looking up from her own menu.
"Certainly." The waiter said, scratching out something, and then re-writing.
This time, when Fiona looked up, the whole table was looking at her. She looked over to Adam, who gave her a quick wink, before the waiter asked her for her order.
Adam looked around the table. "So this is how it used to be?" He thought to himself. He smiled to himself, before joining them in conversation.