We entered into the Dot, hand in hand, as we strolled past the numerous tables and Degrassi students. Waiters and waitresses were scrambling around, taking orders and carrying multiple trays. The air smelled of grease and French fries. It was a typical Friday night. Eli escorted me to a table and we sat down. I wasn't sure why he wanted me here. And I wasn't sure why I had agreed to this obscure meeting. I didn't actually want to be here, but Eli had teased me about backing down and I wasn't going to let him win, plus I always had fun with Eli; it was like he could make me laugh on the worst possible day you could imagine. Our relationship was odd, all we did was make fun of each other, and nothing was really ever official.

"So, I'm glad you finally caved in." Eli said nervously from across the table. His eyes were lingering around the room while he was tensely tapping his hand on the table.

"Well, after you begged. It was the least I could do," I defended myself, a smile pulled across my face.

"I was not begging, Mrs. Edwards. I just wanted immensely for you to join me tonight." A smirk appeared on his face and he resorted to tapping his finger, obviously still nervous.

"I'm sure you did. Then why is my cell phone's inbox filled with texts from you asking me to meet you at the Dot?" I questioned.

"I just wanted you to accompany me tonight at this gourmet restaurant. That's all, is there a problem?" The smirk began to fade from his lips as it turned into a smile. However, his apprehension was still visible.

"Obviously the Dot is the most elaborate joint in Toronto. There is no disagreement there." I stifled a laugh and peered into Eli's eyes. Calmness swept over him like a tidal wave and I watched as his nervousness gradually vanished. However, he continued to peer around the room, as though he was looking for something. We both knew what he was looking for. Eli always kept his emotions bottled up, and never let anyone know how he felt as he hid it behind a wall. Of course, I had my share of problems and my personal wall too, but I felt that I could help him. He was a hard book to read, but I could read him-to an extent; he was apprehensive, something was vexing him.

"I'm glad you don't have a problem with my diner of choice." He cocked his head slightly to the side as he finished his sentence.

"And why would I have a problem with it?" I asked, curious of what went on in his reasoning.

"I thought you had higher standards, Edwards?"

"Not all the time, I am here with you." I raised my eyebrows, smiling contently at my come back and wondering what remark would tumble out of his mouth next.

"That is true, you lowered your standards, just for me?" He smiled, looking me straight in the eye, it seemed like he could view my innermost thoughts and fears with just one glance.

"Yes, you should be quite smug." He reached across the table and grabbed my hands, still smiling as I started to blush.

I continued impatiently and rather intimidated, "When is she suppose to be here?"

As the last sentence tumbled out of my mouth, I saw her. She graced through the door in black skinny jeans, a button down purple shirt, and a dark blue hoodie with "Deadhand" printed across the front. As I stared, Eli swiveled around and his eyes became large as he saw the figure moving towards us. Her perfectly straight, dirty blonde hair streamed down her shoulders and her back. As the light reflected off her flawless face, I could see the surplus of eyeliner she had applied. However, she wasn't the prettiest flower in the garden. She walked over to our table as she eyed Eli, eyeing her. I didn't know whether to be jealous or happy. She then looked over at me, and shot me an un-approving look. As she stood at our table, only one word tumbled out of Eli's mouth-

"Julia."