Chapter 50 Found
"Reservations for two under Mr. Robinson."
"Oh yes, right this way." She escorted us in to the dining area.
She stopped in front a lovely table, topped with flowers, candles, and a red satin table cloth. We both took our seats, thanking the host politely.
The restaurant was calm. Mellow music played around and the lighting was dimly lit to give a relaxing feel.
"So how are you?", Jason started.
"Never better. Just want to see how this is going to be ." I answered uninterestedly but with a forced smile on my face.
"Good, so am I."
I picked up my menu and began looking over it. Wow, I had no idea what half these options were. A majority of the menu was written in another language. French I'm guessing.
"Um what do you recommend?" I asked.
"Well, what are you more in to? Chicken? Beef? Pork? Seafood?"
"Um I'm going to go with beef." Why did it feel awkward saying that?
We both laughed when I made a strange face after.
"Your smile is very beautiful." He quickly turned things more serious.
Oh god, he's going to get himself killed by the Alpha. Since the Alpha didn't introduce me as his mate, no one knew about it except Lyra and he might have not told her friends about it.
"Um thank you." I just replied.
"You may be interested in the Beef Bourguignon II or a simple Filet mignon?" He suggested a few options for me.
I sat there, completely fascinated by his knowledge of the menu, despite the French options. Thats good, because I was beyond confused.
"Hello, I'm Eric, your waiter this evening, may I get you something to drink?" A tall man approached our table with a helpful smile. His hair was brushed back smoothly, revealing his strong facial features. He kind of reminded me of a butler from a old horror movie.
"Um yes, I will have a lemonade."
"Ok, and you sir?"
"Ill just have a water." Jason requested.
"Okay, and have you decided what you would like for dinner?"
"Yes, I would like to try the Filet Mignon. Medium rare please."
"Excellent choice madam."
Madam? How fancy. No one has ever called me that. An omega was now brought in a fancy restaurant for upper class werewolves.
"I will have the Poulet à la bretonne."
"Excellent sir, I will be back with your drinks shortly."
The waiter collected our menus, walked away and returned with our drinks. He sat my lemonade in front of me and Jason's water in front of him and disappeared in to the kitchen.
"Sooo Mara, whats your favorite food?"
"Oh its actually the Philly cheesesteak, it may not compare to your Poulet à la whatever you just ordered, but its pretty good." I laughed.
"I never had one. Maybe you can make me one another time." He smiled at me.
Was he hoping for another outing?... NOT A DATE! Damn he didn’t know anything about me.
"So whats your favorite color?" He asked, sipping on his drink.
"Um I just like black."
"What? Why black?" He stared at me, curious as to why I choose it.
"I don't know, black just goes with almost everything. And its very slimming on the figure as well." I laughed.
"Okay." He chuckled.
"Yours?"
"Hhmmmmm I would say like a hazel color, you know, like your eyes." He took a sip of his drink, smiling at me.
I instantly began blushing again as I looked down at my drink that was in front of me. Who am I kidding? This outing is going nothing like I planned for it to.
I knew it that this was wrong and my wolf was currently pissed off at me but I just ended up blushing.
No one has ever said those words to me. Not even my mate.
"So how do you know French?" I switched the subject.
"Well, my mother was originally from France. She moved here when she was about eleven years old. She felt that it was best to teach me a little as a kid. I used to see it as useless but the older I got, the more useful it became."
"Wow, nice. Wish I knew another language." I gave him a playful sad face.
"I would love to teach you."
"Here you are." I looked up to see our waiter with our food in his hands. I slid my drink to the side, allowing him to place my plate down in front of me.
"Enjoy." He lowered his head before he turned to leave.
I had to admit, I was starving again even after eating at the pool. I picked up my knife and fork, I cut a chunk of meat off and stuffed it in my mouth.
"Mmm." How can something taste so good. Savory. Moist. Full of flavor.
"I knew you would love it." He laughed. He began eating his food, while I ate mine.
Twenty minutes had gone by as we ate in silence.
The sound was the harmonic music playing and the silverware tapping against the glass china. Finishing off my food, I sat back in my chair. I was stuffed.
"Would you like dessert?" The waiter returned to collect our utensils and plates.
"Um I don't know if I could finish it."
"Its fine, we can share." Jason smirked. "Can we have a Coeur a la Creme with Caramelized Strawberries?"
"Yes, I will be back with your dessert." The waiter turned on his heels and disappeared into the swaying doors which led to the kitchen.
"Umm is that good?" I had to ask because I had no idea what it was or what was in it.
"Dont worry, you will love it."
He smiled at me. Unable to resist, I smiled back at him.
A glint in his eyes, I watched him search my face for something. What was he looking for? He opened his mouth, as if he was ready to speak again. Before he could release a word, his eyes shifted from mine to the main entrance way. His once soft look soon hardened to discomfort then worried. Whats wrong? I turned to see what had him so lost. What had him so scares. Oh no.
My eyes widened to see the reason for his scared look.
Alpha Leander....