48.2 - My Place
Ashley's PoV
Since Spencer went to the café right after she got off work, she wanted to go home and change quickly. I didn't mind what she wore but that was one of the 'girly' sides of Spencer. She liked to look good.
For me.
What? It was true. She had admitted it and I was the exact same way.
I waited patiently in my hotel room since she had insisted on picking me up. Okay, so I changed and made myself look good as well. The weather was freezing outside but I still managed to put on a white fitted sweater and a light pair of denim jeans. Spencer complimented my black studded belt so I threw that on for good measure as well. My hair was pulled back a bit, allowing the loose wavy curls to frame my face yet expose my neck at the same time.
Finally, there was a knock at the door and I grinned, trying to act casual when I opened it to reveal a breathtaking beautiful blonde standing there with a small bouquet of orchids. Spencer was decked out in black, making her look sleeker and the dark colour contrasted perfectly with her rosy cheeks and bright bluish grey eyes. "Wow," I breathed and Spencer licked her lips, nodding in agreement.
"You look amazing." She whispered and handed me the flowers.
"Thank you," I blushed a little and stepped aside, allowing her to come in while I grabbed my coat, "I didn't think you could get anymore gorgeous."
"Really?" Spencer tilted her head with a shy grin. "You should see me in a dress."
One day, Spence.
One day.
I just laughed softly and put the orchids on the dresser. I slipped my coat on and made sure I had my keys and soon found myself walking down the long corridor with my hand in hers.
"So I was thinking we'd have some dinner," Spencer smiled, squeezing my hand, "I know the girls ate after school but I didn't see any food in front of you."
"I wasn't hungry." I shrugged and shivered as soon as the cold air hit our skin. "But I am now."
"You need to eat." Spencer joked lightly as she poked my skinny stomach. "You are taking care of yourself, right?"
"Yes mother." I rolled my eyes and noticed her stop and glare seriously at me. "Yes baby," I whispered, cupping her cheek gently, "I am taking care of myself."
"Good." Spencer nodded, believing me instantly. That feeling alone made me float even higher. "I'd hate to really have to beat your ass if you aren't."
"No beatings necessary." I chuckled and thanked her as she opened the door to her Blazer for me.
"It's no mustang," she quipped with a wink, "but you know what they say, it's not the type of vehicle you drive that counts – it's who's behind the wheel."
"Huh," I frowned mockingly, "don't think I've ever heard that one before."
Spencer let out a carefree laugh and made her way out of the parking lot.
The drive was comfortably quiet. I watched the buildings on Main Street pass me by with their pretty Christmas displays already set up. "So where are we going?" I asked as we started to head towards Keewatin.
"My Place." Spencer shrugged with a soft smile.
"Your place?" I raised an eyebrow. "You wanted to go home and get dressed up just to go back there?"
Spencer laughed and shook her head. "No," she grinned, "My Place is a small restaurant in Keewatin. They have the best chicken parmesan pasta."
"Oh." I blushed, feeling a little more than embarrassed. "What a name for a restaurant."
"Don't be embarrassed babe," Spencer laughed, "most people have that same reaction a lot."
I raised an eyebrow and shifted to face her. "Really."
"Of course." She looked at me funny. "What's with the famous 'Ashley Davies eyebrow raise' look?"
I faltered with my tough exterior look and cracked a smile. "So you uh, take girls to My Place a lot?"
"I've taken girls to my place sure, but never yours." Spencer smirked.
"What?" I frowned in confusion before the sound of her laughter rang through the vehicle. "Spencer!" I slapped her thigh and huffed, looking back at the road in front of us.
"No." Spencer smiled as her eyes stayed on the road as well. "I've never taken anyone to My Place."
"Ugh." I chuckled, rolling my neck and snorted, "this is getting way too confusing."
"My Place, the restaurant, you're the first." I felt her hand rest on my leg, her eyes still trained on the road. "I promise." She said quietly and looked at me briefly with a soft smile. "I've actually only been there once with Luc and Carmen."
"So there was a girl."
"Two if you wanna get technical." I watched her roll her eyes and squeeze my leg. "Besides, you really can't count Carmen as a girl, or lady...or woman…"
We both snickered and I smiled, bringing her cold hand to my lips, kissing her fingers lightly. "I'm just happy that we're together tonight."
"With no interruptions." My blonde beauty grinned and wiggled her eyebrows.
"To talk of course." I said too seriously before grinning again like an idiot.
Hello, time? Ashley Davies here, are you sure we never transported back into high school?
No?
Sure as hell felt like it with all the nervous giggles and shit.
"Oh of course." Spencer nodded with a straight face. "Talking and healing," she made a right and turned off into the small community of Keewatin, "if it involves sexual healing, then so be it." She shrugged.
I laughed and she licked her lips suggestively.
Okay, so that wasn't a joke.
I could handle that.
"How uh, how long do we have until?" I asked, taking off my seatbelt as Spencer parked her vehicle in front of a very small restaurant with a sign above in cursive writing 'My Place'.
"Lucas usually likes to curl up on the couch with Jaiden while her homework gets finished and then they watched a movie before it's bedtime. From there, Jaiden is on her laptop, or the phone or snooping through my office for blackmail in case she decides to 'get bored' and invite one of her girlfriends over." Spencer sighed like it was no big deal and then smiled, "but with Dylan there now, she usually wears them both out by playing hockey or air hockey in the basement or something so they all end up crashing on the couch by the time I get home."
I nodded slowly and hopped out into the cold outside of the warm vehicle we were just in. "So Dylan behaves for Jaiden?"
"Ash," Spencer smiled at me and wrapped an arm around my waist, "the girls are crazy about Jaiden and they would never do anything to upset her. Dylan is by far the kindest most respectful young girl I have ever seen. Lucas is pretty damn sweet herself but she's got some bite with her bark."
"Much like you." I observed with a nose crinkle smile.
"Exactly." Spencer nodded and opened the door for me. The place was absolutely breath taking. It was small and intimate. Every table had its own candle center piece, the floors were polished hardwood and the bar that was towards the back was all black. The colour complimented everything so well.
"Good evening ladies," a young waitress smiled as she approached us, "how are you this evening?"
"Good thank you." Spencer smiled politely and purposefully slid her hand into mine. "We have reservations for two under Carlin."
"Right," she acknowledged us with a light smile and showed us to our corner table. "My name is Natasha and I'll be your waitress. May I start you out with a drink?"
"Uh," Spencer looked over the beverage menu quickly and smiled up at the blonde waitress, "I'll start off with some ice water."
Oh Spencer, you will be ordering Dr. Pepper sometime before the evening ends.
"Same." I smiled as Spencer grinned. "Water? Romantic."
"Take it or leave it baby." She chuckled and took off her coat.
"Definitely take." I murmured, shrugging off my own coat. I caught her eyes looking at me and I just smiled. There was no use blushing. I knew what I wanted.
She was right in front of me.
"So, say this night ends well, I'm assuming there'll be a repeat?" Spencer quirked an eyebrow and thanked the waitress as she set down our drinks.
"Many I'd hope." I smiled innocently and busied myself by checking out the menu.
"You got it." Spencer said out of nowhere and I looked up at her in confusion. She had a small smirk on her face with a slight knowing look.
"Got what?" I asked.
"The job." She said with an eye roll and leaned forward a bit. "You weren't freaking out about the interview. Probably because when I asked you yesterday, you had no clue what was going on. Now? You're calm."
"Not true," I squared my jaw with a challenge, "what if I didn't want to ruin our date with my depressing news?"
"You lie like a dog on a hot day, Davies." Spencer scolded playfully. She raised her glass of ice water and smiled wide, her genuine smile, "well congratulations baby, I am so happy and proud of you."
I melted yet again.
And again when she scooted her chair back and moved towards me, taking my face in her warm hands and feeling the softest pressure of her plush lips against my own. "Really proud of you."
"Thank you." I whispered. My eyes were still closed with the emotion running through my body that I never even noticed she was back at her chair and the waitress was back at our table, ready to take our orders.
"What do you find good here?" Spencer smiled her polite smile up at Natasha.
"Oh well," the young blonde cleared her throat and tore her eyes away from Spencer to grab a menu, reading it quickly, "I love the Thai chicken balls with fettuccini in our homemade alfredo mushroom sauce."
Mmm, that sounded good.
"I'll have that." I smiled and looked over at Spencer, who was still looking at the menu.
"I'll have the chicken club with a tossed salad instead of fries." She handed the menu back, not taking her eyes off of me. "And a Dr. Pepper."
I told you.
"You can't go anywhere without ordering that, can you?" I chuckled.
"I can't have it at Timmy's." Her blonde hair fell forward a bit as she pouted.
"Aww." I laughed and grabbed her hand. "How about I just buy you a dozen cases and then you'd be good for like, a week."
"Har har." Spencer sneered playfully and then thought about it. "It'd last me two weeks, thank you very much."
I laughed.
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Next time in Points Underneath:
"We should talk." I whispered, watching the shadows dance across her face with grace. "I miss hearing your voice."
She dipped her head slightly and smiled before looking back at me. "What did you want to talk about?"
"Everything." I shrugged and got comfortable, sitting cross-legged in front of her so that our knees were touching. "Like," I tapped my fingers against the plastic bottle I had grabbed quickly, "tell me one thing you did that you thought you'd never do over the past twelve years."
