Chapter 90 - only a sadist doesn't like fun

Only the sadist doesn't like fun.

Eventually Bianca orders a meal and while we wait for our meal to arrive, we start to look around.

"This restaurant is quite nice", I say to at least start a conversation.

Because for one, I know that we can not have the conversation about how she reacted earlier.

Our focus or at least what I try to make my focus right now is everything else other than that.

And at least, Bianca thinks it is best too, so she joins in on the conversation.

"Yes, I found it during my first week here, it was quite tough and interesting and exciting at the same time", she says with a smile of nostalgia.

"Oh well, great choice", I commend her and continue to look around while wondering what exactly made her think what she did earlier.

Because now everywhere Is peaceful and quiet and absolutely normal.

But I also wouldn't deny that it was really really weird earlier.

"I have never been here on a Monday either, I always knew better to step foot here in Mondays"she continues out of nowhere, totally weirding me out.

I know she wants to explain and it is a little hard for but this, I can not even explain it myself.

I guess I'll just take it as it is and move at her pace.

Because after all, the key to having a good relationship especially with friendships is being a goo listener and knowing when to say what you have to say.

For now, I just have to say silence, if there is a thing like that.

The order comes soon enough and I am more than excited by the sight that greets me.

"You are still paying right?", Bianca asks as she gleams at the plates that keep coming to our table.

It's a series of seafood in their different forms and proportions.

Sea foods that I love so much and are literally my second favourite after any kind of English meal combo.

"Yes missus", I say and flash my black card again, earning a few gasps from the waitresses and one even almost stumbles, but I am saved the hotpot soup from pouring all over my body when she steadies herself before everything topples over.

And I have never been more grateful for balance in my life.

As soon as they have set everything on the table, about three different dishes and I can not wait one second to try each one of them, even though I want to, one of the waitresses goes on to start to open them one after the order.

"Buon apetito", he says before giving us a bow and then turning to leave.

But from the corner of my eyes, I notice people starting to point at our table and at me.

And I could guess any more correct as to why they are doing it.

Wanna know?

Oh well, if it wasn't to gossip about the person who keeps flashing their black card, then what else.

I mean that was quite easy to guess.

And that for one will push away anyone who dares to bully us or me at least.

"So you said to order my favourite, here it is, I hope you aren't one of those with wild allergies to sea food or we won't be friends", she says, but I can see the anticipation and hope in her eyes.

Just like me, I can tell that she also wants us to have this in common.

"Uhn, what do you mean. Sea food are my second favourite type of meals.

"I just haven't had an Italian dishes sea food", I tell her all smiles and she sighs.

"Now, that is just perfect, because I assure you you will love all of this", she says, pointing at the meals.

"All of these meals in these three dishes will be loved by you. Get ready to have your face stuffed", she says and I laugh.

She is so dramatic,but that is fun.

And who doesn't like fun?

Only the sadist doesn't like fun.

We start to dig into the meal, peeling prawns and giggling about our adventures and the first time we ever had them.

I don't think I have ever had a meal as fun as I am doing now.

And I do not want it to end at just this.

The clams in the Italian seafood stew just state so perfect, especially with th white wine clam broth and tomato sauce in it.

But since we are both sharing a plate so as to avoid getting over fed with the three meals, we finish it soon enough.

And damn, that was delicious.

We wipe our hands soon enough and and enjoy timy sips from the white wine she ordered before moving on to the next meal.

And then the third.

And while we are enjoying this one, Laura's bills arrive at my table.

I take a look at it and I must say she is one who knows how to spend and eat just what she wants.

But of course I am paying.

Something I rarely ever got to do in the past because of my scarcity of friends and my lack of money as well.

But I've got a black card and more in my name, so I do not have any issues right now.

And it just joys me.

I just swipe my card and input the pin.

The charges are taken, but it is not even me who is taking the alerts, Simon is.

At the thought of him I just want to see him again and call him and big him and kiss him.

So I take out my phone and take a picture of the meal before sending it to him.

He recieves it immediately and I can see that he is already typing.

"Your boyfriend uhn?", Bianca asks and I nod.

"Uhn uhn", I tell her and she smiles at me before dragging our next dish to the center of the table.

"Let's enjoy this one", she says and I nod while staring at my phone.

Simon is still typing.

I have my eyes glued on it and I just want to see his message as soon as he sends me the text.

But just when I think he is going to click the send button, Laura's voice interrupts, making me take my eyes off the phone.

"Not without me", she says and joing the table.

"Damn it, how could you enjoy this meal of Cioppino with Fennel and Saffron without me?", she demands while trying to sound bitchy as she takes the seat beside me.