"I love this place," Kim said to Wesley as the server guided the two of them to their table. "They have the best lasagna here. You really should get over yourself and try it."

"You know I don't get into all of that," Wesley said, pulling Kim's seat out for her to sit. "I like what I like. I'm cautious about what I eat."

"You're picky as hell," Kim corrected him. "Do you think you can go your whole life like that? What about all the food you're missing out on because you don't want to give it a chance? It might actually be good."

"I like what I like," Wesley repeated. "I know what I like."

Wesley's girlfriend sighed as she laughed at Wesley. They had only known each other for three months, but had learned a considerable amount of information about each other. Since meeting at a New Year's party, Wesley had been fortunate enough to be able to spend lots of time with Kim. With demonic activity having been at its lowest in quite a while, Wesley certainly was not complaining about anything. After his ill-fated relationship with Stephanie, he had wondered if he would ever be able to jump back into the dating game.

Kim was a long, dark brown haired, dark brown eyed, caramel skinned nineteen year old. Standing at an average height of about five foot four, she attended Georgia Institute of Technology as a sophomore. The long distance relationship was not ideal for either her or Wesley, but they made it work, mainly with lots of patience and trust. Wesley would usually drive into downtown Atlanta, where Kim resided, on the weekends where they would spend time together. Every now and then, Kim would surprise Wesley by trekking out to Oxford, where they would walk around and enjoy the country scene. Since moving into the family house, though, commuting had become much easier.

"So are you going for your regular seafood alfredo?" Kim asked Wesley with a mock sincerity. He usually ordered close to the same thing every time they ate Italian food.

"While you're joking," Wesley replied, "I think I'll go for something different this time. So take that."

"Ha!" Kim giggled. "We'll see what happens when the waiter gets here. Hey, isn't that your brother walking in?"

"What?" Wesley said, looking behind him. Sure enough, Matthew had entered the restaurant with a girl to whom Wesley had not paid much attention at first. "Yeah, I guess he's out on a date. He's apparently been 'getting lucky.'"

"Lucky, huh?" Kim responded, shaking her head. "Your brothers are something else."

Meanwhile, Matthew escorted Stephanie to their table, both of them following their server. He pulled her chair out and seated her before taking his own seat across from her. Their location was far away enough from Wesley and Kim to not be noticed first hand, but close enough to see each other if they wanted. The restaurant itself was a large open space, filled with tables and booths and illuminated by grand golden chandeliers.

"I love coming to this place," Stephanie said to Matthew. "I actually came here with Wesley once. I ordered the lasagna and they brought out the biggest dish I had ever seen in my life! I ate on it for at least a week, and ended up throwing the rest of it away."

"Wow," Matthew said, smiling uneasily at the mention of Wesley's name. "That must've been some heavy duty lasagna. Too bad you didn't have me there with you; I could've helped you polish it off."

"But then what would I have had to eat?" Stephanie joked, laughing.

"I don't know," Matthew said, "but I think I'm gonna give the lasagna a try tonight. Thanks for making my choice so easy, babe."

"We could share one," Stephanie offered. "I don't think you realize how big this thing is. Not even you would be able to finish one off alone."

"Is that a challenge?" Matthew asked, smiling. "I think I can. What do you want to bet?"

"Hmm," Stephanie pondered, "I'll have to think about it. I don't want to make your loss so devastating."

Matthew's phone rang. Casually looking at it, his brain went into hyperdrive as Arianna's name popped up on the screen. He looked at Stephanie, who smiled at him, before calming himself as best as he could while remaining inconspicuous. The last thing he needed was to have a break down in the middle of a restaurant.

"I need to take this," he said to Stephanie. "It's not gonna be long. If the guy comes around, you know what to order for me. I'll be back in a couple minutes. Excuse me."

"Okay," Stephanie said as her date removed himself from the table and headed to the restroom.

"I'll have the seafood alfredo," Wesley said to the server, "and she'll have the chicken parmesan."

"He's trying something different," Kim added as she giggled, shaking her head. "I have to freshen up a bit. I'll be right back."

Kim made her way to the restroom area. Before going into the ladies' room, she saw Matthew on the phone, talking to someone. Not wanting to interrupt, she simply tapped him on the shoulder and smiled at him. Matthew turned around to see who tapped him. His eyes grew wide as he saw Kim standing there, smiling. Here he was, at a restaurant with Wesley's old girlfriend, standing next to Wesley's new girlfriend, and on the phone with his second girlfriend. For the first time in a long time, Matthew did not know what to do. This was one of those times when he wished that he had Wesley's power to stop time. It would really have come in handy.

"Hey," he said jovially to Ariana on the phone, "I'll have to call you back."

"I didn't mean to take you away from the phone," Kim said. "I just wanted to say hi."

"Oh, it's no problem," Matthew said sheepishly. "What are you doing here?"

"Wesley and I are having a date night," Kim explained. "How about you? I saw you coming in earlier with a girl. Are y'all serious?"

"Well," Matthew began. He laughed nervously, working out his next move. He had no idea that Wesley was going to be at the same restaurant. What were the chances of that? At this moment, Matthew would rather have had to face a demon. "I don't know that you could call it serious. We're just out having dinner."

"Oh, I see," Kim said. "Who is she? I didn't get a chance to see her from our table, but she looks gorgeous. I see you've got good taste."

"What can I say?" Matthew laughed nervously again. What could he say indeed? He was winging it by this point, trying to make it safely back to his table without giving anything away to Wesley's date. "My brothers and I know how to pick good looking women."

"Oh Matt!" Kim said, chuckling as she playfully pushed his shoulder. "Well I won't hold you any longer. I need to freshen up, but stop by our table if you like, or we might stop by on the way out."

"Definitely," Matthew said matter-of-factly. Potentially busted.