Chapter 51: Chinese

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We pulled up into the parking lot of a very nice looking Chinese themed restaurant. We weren't even inside yet and I felt my stomach grumble at the sight. The cause is that I didn't get a chance to eat at lunch due to my conversation with Nina today.

"Oh crap. I totally forgot about Nina coming over to my house today."

I guess I'll have to text her. I hate that I keep blowing her off because of Harry reasons but I guess she'll have to wait.

Harry drove to the entrance next to the valley parking He unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the car, slamming the door shut. Me doing the same. He nodded at one of the workers and tossed his keys to him.

Oooh fancy.

We walked up to the front doors of the restaurant. To say this place was amazing would be an understatement. On the outside, it looks casual but as you enter the doors you are admittedly hit with elegance and class. Each table had a stove in front with their own private chef cooking in front of the customers. People, we're dressed in business casual clothes and the women with their flawless makeup. I looked down at my attire and I was ashamed of what I was wearing. A T-shirt with some light grey joggers.

Wow, Harry, it would have been nice of you to warn me and at least let me go home and put on something a little more presentable.

Harry and I walked up to the counter to get our table. The waiter led us to a table in the back of the restaurant. As we walked I couldn't help but notice the nasty glances I received from the women at the tables we passed by. I knew that it was probably because of my clothing. It wasn't really the fanciest thing I owned but, what can I say? I wasn't informed that I should dress like I'm having tea with the queen or something. Good at least there's dim lighting so that I won't embarrass myself any further.

She sat us down and took our drink orders and informed us that our chef would be here shortly. When the waiter walked away it grew awkwardly quiet between Harry and I. Harry strolled mindlessly on his phone. I just sat beside him awkwardly.

I could still see faintly out the corner of my eye women whispering and glancing at me and Harry's table. I thought I heard some of them laughing.

I tapped Harry on his leg. "Harry, did you notice how people were looking at me... us ever since we came in here?" I questioned.

"No. You're being ridiculous. Why would anybody in here care about you in me.?" He answered.

"Do you think it's because of the way I look?" I questioned.

"What are you talking about you look fine. You're just hallucinating." He dismissed.

Still not convinced I agreed. "Yeah. I guess you're right." I said looking down at my hands.

The chef walked up to our table and introduced himself. Harry and I looked at our menus and ordered our dinner. The chef gladly started to prepare our food.

He used different fancy tricks when he chopped the vegetables vigorously with his knifes. He then created a huge flame on the stove, lighting up our faces, causing my face to feel warmer and then he made it die down right after.

When he finished preparing our meals he bowed his head. I thanked him and complimented him on the show. He then walked away leaving Harry and I to enjoy our meals.

"Woah Harry that was really cool," I commented. "I knew you'd like it." He said.

I took out my phone and texted Nina.

A- hey umm we'll have to talk later because I'm not home rn.

N- okay. Is everything okay?

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