Chapter 6: The Dinner

Hey readers, sorry to those of you who have waited so long. Well, this story is almost done, just three more chapters to go. I have another story I really want to work on.

Crane had never liked big fancy restaurants, always thought they were ridiculous. He preferred cafes; simple stuff. He looked over at his passenger. That blue gown she had on fit like it was made for her. Scarecrow started talking in his head again...

I bet you want to take that dress off of her, don't you Johnny?

Carmen then turned and looked at him, having an argument with Scarecrow.

"Arguing about me, are you?" she asked.

"How did you know? Oh, hang on...your magic?"

"Yes, I can hear your other half talking too. I think he likes my dress too, so much that he wants to see me out of it."

After hearing that, Jonathan swerved the car, nearly crashing it.

"Well, be careful, don't kill yourself because of me," said Carmen.

"Listen, I'm sorry about Scarecrow, I'll try to keep him in line."

"Oh, don't worry, I'm flattered. How about this, let's see how dinner goes first and then I'll let you know," said Carmen, touching his wrist.

"Ok dear," said Jonathan. "Now let's go eat." He then got out and opened her door. He took her hand and they both walked into the cafe.

"So, shall we sit down?" said Carmen.

"Sure," said Jonathan, as they walked over to a booth and sat down. "So, you have to tell me how it is that you are a witch."

"Well, you know the story of Merlin, right?"

"Yes," Crane said.

"Well, I'm a descendant of his enemy, Morgana. As a matter of fact, I'm the last one," said Carmen.

"Really? Well that's interesting. So what powers do you have?" he asked.

"Well, I don't usually like to discuss them in public; too much of a risk."

Jonathan then reached across the table for Carmen's hand. "It's ok, Carmen, you can trust me."

Carmen sighed, "well, I can move things and I can make potions. I can cast spells, and stuff like that."

"That sounds really interesting. Maybe you can show me some time?" said Jonathan.

At that moment, a waitress walked over; a blond woman, about Carmen's age. She smiled when she looked at Crane. "What can I get for you?" she said, pushing her hair back.

"A diet Coke, if you don't mind," said Carmen.

"I'll have the same," Crane said.

"I'll have that in a few minutes," she said, touching Crane's shoulder and walking away.

"Well, that was random," said Carmen.

"Yeah, well, don't worry; she isn't my type. Way too perky."

"Good to know," said Carmen, picking up her menu.

"I think I am a salad geek," Jonathan said.

"I don't know what I want; this place has too many choices. I think I will just have a burger," Carmen said, as the waitress came back with their drinks. They both gave her their orders and she once again tried to flirt. Carmen glared at her and muttered a spell under her breath.

Suddenly, the large cafe window broke and glass flew everywhere.

Jonathan took Carmen's arm, "come on, let's get out of here," he said, as they ran to the car.

"I'm so sorry about that," Carmen said, breathless.

"It's alright, I actually like the fact that you were jealous over me. Just be more careful in the future," Crane said with a wink, as they stopped in front of his house. "Do you want to come in?" he asked.

"Yes," Carmen said, taking ahold of his face as she kissed him.