We Belong Together

Evening was falling upon the restaurant and patrons were waiting patiently to be seated. Given that it was close to Valentine's Day, most were young couples out on the town celebrating the romantic event. The restaurant was considered the best in town, and as such reservations were hard to come by, making the event even more special. Once inside, patrons were greeted with glittering chandeliers, ornate murals, and delicious (but pricey) food. There was even a dance floor with live music for the couples to enjoy while waiting for their food to be served.

The women had their hair swept up with sparkling earrings and necklaces to match their sparkling dresses and sparkling shoes. The men had on their best suits and twirled with their partners on the dance floor. Older couples looked on wistfully, reminded how they were once young, foolish, and in love. As for the young couples, they were too busy gazing starry-eyed into the eyes of their lover to notice what was going on around them. The various staff members also picked up on the romantic atmosphere. Some were counting the hours until they could be with their own love, while others were wondering if cupid was waiting just around the corner for them. One such staffer, a young waitress, kept sneaking glances at a certain couple. To be more precise, the attractive young man that was sitting at the table.

What caught her eye at first were his striking good looks. Soulful blue eyes that seemed to suck you in, rich golden hair that gleamed in the light, and a face that looked as if it had been painted by Michelangelo himself. For a brief second she thought that his looks were too unearthly, and entertained the idea that he might be a vampire. Although the idea made her skin tingle, she knew such a creature only existed in books, sadly. Though a girl could dream.

His date though, in her opinion, was not worthy of his beauty. True, some might consider her pretty, but it was more of a girl-next-door pretty. He deserved a supermodel, not some regular everyday girl. The waitress even considered herself prettier than the girl and wondered what he saw in her. And wouldn't it just be lovely if they broke up that night. After which he would probably need a shoulder to cry on, and she would be there waiting for him, and he would realize that he was in love with her, and not the other girl. In her heart she knew that the idea was absurd; almost as absurd as the thought that he might be a supernatural being. Things like that didn't happen in real life, but it was still nice play what if in order to pass her time.

When he placed his order, he spoke in an angelic voice, and pronounced the foreign words perfectly. Most people (including herself) would stumble over the words, or just have ordered the food in English. His date tried at first to do the same, but after a couple attempts gave up and asked for what he was having. The fact that she was obviously not as worldly as him, was just another strike against her, the waitress thought.

While waiting for their food, the couple decided to join the dancers. The waitress was busy taking orders and delivering food, but whenever she could manage it, she tried to look for him. He could dance just as gracefully as she imagined, while his partner seemed to have two left feet and was constantly stepping on his. That pleased the waitress. His date, whoever she was, was clearly not his match like the waitress could be.

When she delivered their food (it took everything she had to resist the urge to spill it all over the girl), she secretly enjoyed discovering that the girl was hesitant of the food. She picked at it, choosing which bits she was brave enough to try. He on the other hand, ate everything off his plate. The smile he gave her when she cleared the tables made her bold enough to leave her number on the check, just in case he should change his mind. After they paid and left she noticed that there wasn't a tip on the table. The shrew he was with was probably responsible for that. She had to be either too cheap, or knew that the waitress was more of a match than she was.

Well she may not have gotten a monetary tip, but she did get a tip of sorts. She managed a quick glance at his name on the credit card as she made her way to the register. Eugene Lawrence Finnigan. Eugene was a horrible name for such a gorgeous guy. Lawrence sounded so much better. It sounded grand and elegant, far better than Eugene or Finnigan. That's what she would remember him forever as Lawrence.

That night as she fell asleep, she dreamed of her Lawrence, an other worldly creature whisking her off from her dull life. The next morning she would wonder if she could manage to write a book about Lawrence, featuring herself as his love interest. That way she would somehow manage to get a happily ever after with her Lawrence.

"Finn, what are you doing?"

Finn had been pulling out a five dollar bill to leave as a tip for the waitress. While the standard was to tip fifteen percent, Finn believed in tipping based on performance. Why pay a lazy bum the same amount as an excellent server, like the waitress had been? But after hearing the tone in Alex's voice, Finn was starting to second guess this action. "I was going to tip her," was the response he finally settled on.

"Are you crazy? She was practically flirting with you the whole entire time. If you tip her a lot, you'll just be encouraging her into thinking she has a chance."

"She was?" asked Finn, genuinely surprised. He had thought he was getting better at the whole, 'flirting thing', but it seemed like he still had a way to go.

Instead of being mad, Alex just laughed at him. "Yes she was. Look, she even left her phone number on the ticket for you."

"Oh. So no tip then? That seems a bit harsh."

"Flirting with you and acting like I wasn't here was harsh. Now let's go or we'll be late for the show, and we both know how much you hate being late to places."

Finn nodded in agreement. "If you're late, you might as well have never shown up at all."

The show, was in fact some play at the university that Alex had never heard of or cared about. The only reason she was there was because it seemed like the right thing to do as evident by the numerous couples since she recognized in the audience who had also been at the restaurant earlier. There was the women with the big ugly bird on her hat, the one that was completely wasted, and yet another that wearing a dress that was clearly too small for her. Their men weren't any better. One was flirting with the drunk, another was flirting with the flask he had snuck in, and the last looked as if he wanted to be shot. Alex felt about the same way.

It's not that she didn't like going out with Finn, she really did. Ever since they had realized their true feelings for each other after the lake incident, they had started going out. But it was very awkward. Dressing up in clothes she hated, going to fancy restaurants and seeing shows just weren't her style. She only did so because that's what dating was, or so she thought. And she was starting to wonder if this dating thing was really for her.

She looked over at Finn and noticed that his face just looked as bored as hers did.

"Finn, do you want to leave?"

"Oh no, I'm fine," he insisted.

Alex paused and rethought her statement. "Let me put it this way: my dress is itching me, these people bother me with all their angst, and I'm starving since I don't like eating stuff I can't pronounce. I want to go now."

"Oh, thank goodness," said Finn with a sigh of relief. "I thought you were enjoying it, so I didn't want to say anything."

"Finn, I haven't been enjoying any of this. The only reason why I was going along with it is because I thought you liked it."

"So want to head back to the dorms and order a pizza? The lake should be solid enough for us to race the cars on it. I think I managed to figure out how to use a spell so it'll act like tiny snow chains to help give the tires some traction."

"And can we do the laser beam thing to the ducks? It's always funny watching the way they scatter on the ice."

Finn nodded. "Of course. I don't see why Candace always made such a fuss about this dating thing. That sounds more fun than staying here or going dancing."

"She wouldn't be Candace if she wasn't make some kind of a fuss. Besides, I thought elves liked to dance."

"They do. It's alright, but I much rather race remote control cars with you."

Alex smiled. Perhaps this whole dating thing wasn't so bad after all.

**Author's Note**

Thanks goes to JayLah and AwkwardedOut for reviews. Though this is a series of slowly uploaded one-shots and not a planned story, it's still nice getting reviews.

I've been planning this chapter for a while, and wanted it to be close to Valentine's Day due to the theme. I have another chapter in the works that feature a young Marak and Nir getting into mischief. Hopefully it'll be up in the next month or so.

Thanks for reading and if you can, leave a review!