I live down an alleyway, dim and full of colors. I stay in my apartment more often than I should, but I have a good reason for it. I'm not a big fan of being known because of my past but mostly because of what I am. Well it doesn't matter anyways, I...
'Oh dear.' I knew exactly where she was talking about. We went to a fancy restaurant the first time we hung out with each other when we were 13.
Liz's mom gave her money and we went to some fancy-ass restaurant that we actually enjoyed. I never forgot about it. We drove around her neighborhood and parked the car a block away from the restaurant itself. We parked in front of a big gated apartment complex with tropical trees inside of it.
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I grabbed my bag and left the car. Liz got out and locked the car.
"You remember where it is right?."
"Of course how could I forget?" I give her a toothy grin as we started to walk across the street.
"Soo Has Anything interesting happened since we talked?" I could already tell that she found out I've been hiding something. 'Godamn mind reader.'
"Yes actually. Something. .did happen." I say honestly.
"Knew it!" She smiles. We finally make it to the front of the restaurant and enter. The main entrance or lobby is empty since everything is on the other floors.
"Hi! We'd like to get a table." Liz says as she gives the host a cheeky grin.
"Ah, hello Liz. Can I get a name to put in under?" Of course, he knows her. Ha, everyone knows the Ace family.
"Just put it under Ace. Thanks!" Liz says as she signals me to the same seat we sat at when we first came to the restaurant. Memories starting to flood in.
"So~ Do you wanna tell me what happened?" She asks me.
"Can I tell you upstairs?"
"Yeah sure."
"Ace! Your table is ready!" Not even 3 seconds later we hear the host call out for our table.
"Come on Tatsuo." Liz says as she grabs my hand. We walk to the golden doored elevator and press the button. It smoothly opens and we go in.
"Same floor?" She asks.
"Same floor." I answer referring to the same floor as the first time. Our favorite one.
In the restaurant, the tables work in a slightly different way. There are multiple floors in the restaurant And each floor has the same amount of tables with the same numbers. You can choose whichever table on whichever floor as long as it matches your number.
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