“Hog’s Breath Café? What’s a Hog’s Breath?” I asked as we stood outside the restaurant.
“They have the best steaks, come on,” Calum smiled, grabbing my hand and leading me inside.
“What if I don’t like steak?” I asked cheekily.
“Then they've got, Chicken Parmigiana, Gnocchi and… Steak,” he chuckled.
“May I help you?” a kind woman in her fifties asked.
“Table for two,” Calum replied.
“Do you have a reservation,” the lady asked.
“Yes, under Hood,” he answered, smiling.
“Iris, table for two!” the lady shouted, a tall skinny blonde girl came and stood by her not ten seconds later.
“This way,” Iris said smiling a sickly sweet smile.
She took us to a small booth in the corner and handed us menus once Calum and I sat down.
“Can I get you a drink?” Iris purred, leaning down towards Calum showing her cleavage.
“I’d like a Coke thanks,” I said bluntly.
“And how about you?” she asked Calum, leaning further towards him.
“Coke as well thanks,” he stuttered, his eyes, looking everywhere else landing on me. I gave him an awkward smile.
“Two Cokes coming up,” she smiled. “I’ll be back in a sec,” she said winking at Calum before leaving, swaying her hips seductively.
As soon as she was gone I started laughing.
“What a skank,” I laughed. “She was all over you.”
“You don’t seem mad,” Calum said joining in on my laughter.
“Why would I be mad? She’s not getting what I am after dinner,” I winked.
I leaned over the table and kissed Calum quickly before the waitress came back.
I pulled away from Calum when the Iris came back carrying our drinks on a tray, a sour look on her face.
“Here you go,” her voice was overly cheery, her smile strained as she placed the glasses down on the table bending down further than before.
“Honey this isn’t Hooters can you please put your boobs back in your shirt,” I growled. “And I’d stop if I were you. He’s not interested.”
“What makes you so sure,” she sneered.
“One, he’s here with me, and two he’s going to be fucking me later and not you,” I tormented, smiling at her.
“I’ll have the Chicken Parmigiana,” Calum stated, his cheeks flushed.
“So will I,” I smirked handing the slutty waitress my menu, who snatched it out of my grasp.
She walked away, her face blank, rage shining in her eyes.
“I didn’t know you were that feisty. Are you like that in bed?” Calum snickered.
“You’ll find out later,” I grinned, playing with the prongs on my fork.
“Someone was jealous…”
“So what, she’s perfect Barbie-Slut with blonde hair blue eyes, tall and tan. I’m the opposite of her,” I sighed.
“I don’t know if you noticed but my eyes never left you. I’m here for you and not her. You’re perfect enough, there’s a saying the boys and I say whenever we see girls who are complete opposites. ‘Punk over perfection’.”
“So what are you saying? You’d rather date me than Barbie over there?” I asked looking over at Iris who was hitting on some other guy on a date.
“That’s exactly what I’m saying. Dani… uh do you wanna go out with me?”
“I’d love to my cute little brownie,” I smiled.
“Brownie?” he questioned raising an eyebrow.
“It’s because you’re so tan,” I blushed.
“Well if I’m your brownie you’re my cookie.”
“I’m not going to ask,” I giggled as Blondie came back with our food.
Iris put our plates down on the table before storming off into the kitchen without another word.
“What a great waitress,” I muttered picking up my knife and fork, Calum’s mouth already full.
“Mmm,” he mumbled chewing, his eyes closed in concentration. “Maybe you should work here, if the waitresses here seem to think its Hooter’s.”
“Only if you’d come to see me when I’m working,” I winked, causing Calum to choke on his chicken.
“Only if you’re my personal waitress.”
“Fuck working here, I’ll be your personal waitress whenever,” I laughed as Calum’s eyes grew wide and a large grin formed on his face.
So I haven't updated in a while. So hey :)