Chapter 5
Disclaimer: Rub it in why don't cha.
Author's Note: To make up for how short the last chapter was, I tried to make this one long. Also, thank you so much to my reviewers, your reviews mean so much to me! Keep reviewing and enjoy!
A couple of minutes later, Edward walks out of the bathroom, wearing a pair of dark jeans and a red t-shirt. The men are dressing casual and the women are dressing nice. How typical.
Emmett, Rosalie and I have been waiting on the black leather couch, discussing some football game last night. I have no idea what we are talking about actually. It was more like they were discussing it and I was letting my eyes wander around the modern room.
Edward picks up his car keys and waves us one by one out the front door.
"We'll meet you there," Edward states.
"Why don't you just ride with us too? We can drop you back off when we're finished," I say. "Also," I add, sarcastically, "It helps the environment." I put that last part in invisible quotes with my fingers.
Rosalie laughs. "Yeah, why not," she says.
We all walk across the street and end up taking Emmett's silver Volvo. Rosalie starts to open the door to the backseat, but she holds it midway as I quickly say, "You take the front."
She thanks me and I tell her it's really no problem, and she hops in the passenger seat. This can only mean one thing-Edward's sitting next to me.
It's not that I don't like Edward or that I feel uncomfortable around him, actually it's kind of the opposite. I feel TOO comfortable around him. I feel like I've known him my whole life, but I know that's not possible. I feel like I can tell him anything, but that's how I'm supposed to feel with Emmett. Right?
I turn my thoughts away from this and buckle my seatbelt. Now I feel like I total dummy for giving up the front. Too late now.
The ride to the restaurant is very…..interesting. Rosalie and Emmett are still talking about some stupid football game, and Edward is interrupting them every once and a while to make sure we're going the right way. I'm just sitting there, looking out the back car window, watching the world pass before my eyes. Well, not the whole world.
After what feels like forever, we arrive at the restaurant. Good thing I dressed up, because if the way the people coming out of The Harbor was any resemblance to the way the restaurant itself was, Emmett and Edward were in for a lot of looks.
As Edward held open the huge oak doors for the other three of us, I could see it was very classy. But there were also wine trays and people laughing obnoxiously. But soft jazz was playing and all the tables were covered in what looked to be linen table cloths, with the plate and fork and knife on the right, spoon on the left. It also seemed as if they served the meal in stages, like appetizers, food, and then dessert.
"Table of four, non-smoking," Emmett said. "We should have reservations-uh, the Halls."
The waitress looked on her clipboard. "Yes, we have you here, but only a table of two."
"Yes, we had a late addition." He said.
"I think we can still find you something. Would a booth be alright?" She asked us.
"That would be fine," He said, and she waved us to follow her. She picked up four menus on her way.
We get put in a dimly lit navy colored booth, room enough for four. I guess it's dimly lit to be romantic or something.
Rosalie squeezes in beside me, Edward is (coincidence?) in front of me, and Emmett in front of her.
We're looking all looking over the menus when a woman with curly red hair and glasses comes up to our table.
"Hello, I'm Nancy and I'll be your waiter; or waitress, whichever. It doesn't seem to matter these days." She laughs to herself. We're all just kind of looking at her. She seems to be a bit on the strange side.
"So, what can I get you gentlemen to drink?" she asks.
"Water," Emmett says. Of course. We're out at a nice restaurant and he orders water.
"Iced Tea," Edward says.
"Ok and you ladies?" Nancy asks.
"I'll just have an Iced Tea too," I say. I know, shocking isn't it? But what's even more shocking is what I heard next.
"Do you have any wine?" Rosalie asked Nancy.
"We do, we have all these right here," Nancy says as she flips the page in Rosalie's menu to the wine.
"Oh, I guess I should have checked there." Rosalie laughs.
After a minute of browsing, she finds one that she likes, called Chardonnay. It is, as Nancy so brilliantly described it, a dry white wine made from a variety of white grapes, originated from France.
Nancy announces she will back soon with our drinks.
"Since when do you drink wine unless it's a special occasion?" Edward asks Rosalie as soon as Nancy is out of earshot.
"What are you talking about? It is a special occasion! We're out having fun with our new friends!" She exclaims.
Edward shoots her a skeptical glance, but lets the conversation rest.
"And since when do you order water, let alone at a fancy restaurant?" I ask Emmett.
He rolls his eyes as he says, "What? Nothing else looked appealing."
I do the same as Edward, shoot Emmett a skeptical glance and let it rest.
A couple minutes go by and Nancy returns with our drinks.
"There you go," she says. "Now can I get your orders?"
We all give them to her, me getting salad, trout and a baked potato.
She leaves once again, saying it should be done in the next fifteen minutes.
I see Rosalie sipping up that wine like she hasn't had a drink of anything in a very long time. Like she's starving of thirst.
"Are you okay?" I ask her. Edward and Emmett are also intently focused on the amount of time it took her to drink half her glass.
"Me? I'm fine. This wine's just really good."
And that's when things get interesting.
