If it's meant to be, it'll be..."
Omniscient | ATL
June 14th | 8:03pm
The restaurant was a masterpiece of modern design—sleek black marble floors, soft golden lighting, and a hum of quiet sophistication. Torrian glanced around as the hostess guided them to their reserved booth, a secluded space tucked into the far corner of the dining area. Perfect. Privacy was exactly what they wanted for tonight.
Brooklyn trailed behind him, her steps slow as she took in the surroundings. Her dress—a fitted, emerald-green number that hugged her figure—shimmered subtly under the soft lights. "Damn." She muttered, sliding into the booth. "You sure know how to pick a place. I feel like I should've dressed fancier."
Torrian smirked, loosening his tie as he slid in across from her. "You look perfect. Besides, the night's not about the restaurant." His gaze lingered on her a beat too long.
A waiter appeared almost instantly, filling their glasses with water and offering the wine list. Torrian ordered a bottle of red, his usual preference, while Brooklyn requested a simple ice water to start. Once the waiter left, she propped her elbows on the table and leaned forward.
"I'm excited, are you excited?" She giggled while placing the small white box onto the end of the table.
Torrian shook his head, chuckling. "I am." He says before his eyes glance at the box. "Should we eat first or?"
Brooklyn shrugged. "Whatever you wanna do."
He nodded. "After. Save it for desert."
"Okay." Brooklyn smiled, and anxiously picked up the menu in front of her. Torrian did the same.
A comfortable silence fell between the two as they look over their menus, deciding what they wanted to get. Brooklyn was the first to put hers down.
"So." She started, her lips curving into a playful grin. "Is this your go-to spot for impressing women?" She teased.
He chuckled, looking up at her from his menu. "Not exactly. I save this place for special occasions." He said, putting it down and giving her all his attention.
"That right?" She arched an eyebrow as he nodded.
The wine arrived soon after, and they shifted into lighter conversation, trading playful jabs and laughter as they ordered their meals. Soon after their plates arrived—his a medium-rare steak, hers a perfectly seared salmon.
Torrian leaned back in the booth, watching as Brooklyn cut into her fish. "You alright?" He said, his tone casual but observant.
"Yeah, just... anxious? I'm feeling a lot of things."
Torrian nodded as his phone buzzed. A quick glance at the screen brought an amused grin to his face.
Brooklyn cocked her head. "What?"
"My brother." Torrian told her, picking up his phone to respond.
"What'd he say."
"Asking where i'm at being nosy as hell." He said chuckling.
"Mhm." Brooklyn's hummed. "Which one?"
"Deon."
"The eldest, right?"
"Yup."
She hesitated for a second before asking, "So, when am I meeting them?"
Torrian smirked. "You tryna meet the family now?"
