Fiona
"Right this way, ladies and gentleman," the host at Lucca's says to us. "The manager told me this reservation was for a special occasion so we've saved the best table in the house just for you."
Which personally I think is great, except Daddy seems less than amused once the man shows us to our seat. The host guides us through the regular dining area to a more private section near the back. There's still people sitting here, but everything looks a little different. Each table has a candle in the center of it and the lights above us are dimmed to create a cozy and romantic feel.
Yes, romantic. Which is probably why Daddy is less than amused right now. The host lays our menus on the table and waits for us to sit. We have a corner booth way in the back, set slightly away from the rest of the tables to offer a more intimate experience. It even has a curtain around it to give us the illusion of even more privacy. I mean, you can see through the curtain since it's more for decoration than anything, but still.
"Uh, here?" Daddy asks. "This booth?"
"Yes sir!" the host says. "It's our best. Everyone loves it."
"Who usually sits here?" Daddy asks.
"I'm not sure what you mean," the host says, confused.
"I mean, what kinds of people usually sit here? It's couples, isn't it? This looks like a pretty romantic table, so I think I can guess, but I want to hear you say it."
"Well, it certainly does offer a hint of the romantic," the host admits. "It's Italy, though. What do you expect?"
Daddy looks at the man, dumbfounded. Emily starts to giggle and I laugh, too.
"It's alright, Daddy," Emily says. "We can have a nice romantic dinner together!"
"Yeah, no offense, but--" Daddy starts to say.
Emily gives him her best puppy dog eyes, though. I join in, teasing him. I think we're teasing him for different reasons, though.
"Please, Daddy?" I say, batting my eyelashes at him.
"I think it'll be fun!" Emily adds. "We've never had a seat like this before. You should treat me good, Grey. I'm going away to college and who knows when you'll see me again."
Daddy grumbles and sits down in the booth with us. He's on the opposite side and slides all the way in. I don't know if he realizes it, but we're right across from each other now. Hmmm...
The host leaves us and a waitress comes by soon after to get us drinks.
"What can I start you with?" she asks, looking at us ladies first.
"What do you think, Fiona?" Emily asks me, nodding towards the menu.
"I think the answer is obvious, Emily," I say to her. "It is your last day and all."
"True, true..." Emily says, pretending to mull over her options.
Daddy looks at us with more than a hint of suspicion.
"Alright," Emily says. "I think we'll have a bottle of this Tenuta San Guido Sassicaia for the table."
"A wonderful choice!," the waitress says. "Can I just see your--"
"Yeah, no," Grey says. "No wine. They aren't even twenty-one, and even if they were, I'm not buying a three hundred dollar bottle of wine for these two. Water. Get them water."
"What!" Emily whines. "I wanted an Italian soda!"
Grey glares at her until she starts pouting at him, and then he caves a little. "Order it then, brat," he says.
"We have a nice--" the waitress starts to say.
"Red raspberry, please," Emily says.
"Can I get cherry cream?" I add.
"Of course, ladies," the woman says with a smile. "For you, sir?"
"I'll have a glass of that Tenuta San Guido Sassicaia," Grey says, smirking at me and Emily.
"A... a wonderful choice..." the waitress says, confused. "Can I just see your--"
Grey already has it out. He hands her his ID and she checks it quick before nodding politely to him.
"Anything else to start with?" she asks.
"I think we're good for now," he says.
"Bread!" Emily shouts out.
I don't know why she shouts, but it makes me laugh. Grey rolls his eyes at us and the waitress smiles but I think she's already tired of us. I don't know why. You can't blame us for trying to get wine, can you?
"I'll be right back with your drinks," she says. "If you need anything else, don't hesitate to ask."