Beckinsile's Point of View
"I'm so lucky to have you, Oliver." I smile at him as he pulls onto the main road.
"I'm glad you feel that way because I've felt that way since I met you, even if we'd only stayed friends, I'd feel lucky to have you." My heart is a puddle of emotions now thanks to Oliver.
"How do you always know the right thing to say?" I turn my attention back to the road and so does Oliver.
"It's a gift, my dear." Oliver smirks and turns the CD player on. "Now, this is a good song." Oliver turns the sound up and sings along.
"Is this All Time Low?" I ask with a smirk.
"How'd you know?" Oliver comes to a screeching halt at a red light.
"It was a lucky guess," I chuckle and try to catch my breath. "Where did you learn how to drive?"
"My dad," Oliver laughs a little and begins to drive again.
"Your dad, the cop who goes on high speed chases and drives fast to catch criminals?"
"That's the one," Oliver has an amused gleam in his eyes.
"That explains a lot," I say as a pout replaces Oliver's usual smirk.
Oliver changes the song and turns it up even more.
"She works for the weekend, mixtape of her favorite bands, tearin' up the radio lost in the stereo sound..." Oliver continues to sing the words as we pull into the Paradox Bistro parking lot.
I unlock my door and step out. Oliver comes around to my side of the car and grabs my hand. We walk up to the entrance of the low lit restaurant. The hostess leads us through a maze of tables to a booth in the very back. Oliver and I each take a side as the hostess hands us our menus and a glass of water. I take a sip of my water as I flip through the menu.
"They've got the best steak fries here." Oliver smiles at me from across the table.
"Ooo, I could go for some steak fries," I say as I look through the menu once again.
"They also have the best mac n' cheese." Oliver's eyes meet mine and we both chuckle a little.
"Of course you would care about the mac n' cheese," I say teasingly.
"Hey, if they've got quality mac n' cheese than I'm sold." Oliver sets his menu down and laces his fingers together.
"Only you, Oliver Marshall..." I sigh a little and then set my menu down as well.
"May I take your order?" An old lady with graying hair and kind blue eyes pulls out a pen and is ready to take our order.
"I'll take mac n' cheese, please." Oliver hands the woman his menu very politely.
"You're welcome and what can I get you, darling?" The woman focuses her blue eyes on me now.
"I'll take the bistro salad and some steak fries." I say with a smile and hand her my menu.
"I'll be back with that as soon as possible." The woman gives us one final smile before heading back to the kitchen to place our order.
"So, how much older are your siblings." I give Oliver a smile, urging him to continue the conversation.
"Well, my sister is a sophomore in college and my brother is in law school." Oliver twirls the straw in his water as his gaze meets mine.
"Do your parents expect you to become anything? Like a lawyer or a doctor..." My voice trails off slightly.
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