6...Restaurant...

{Harry}

'Is this the place Diane lives?' I asked myself, subtly taking note of the neat, shiny designs on the wall and the ceiling.  No wonder the girl behaves like a spoiled princess. Her place looks like an actual palace with the beautiful colours and lights, but they were too bright for my liking. If it were to be my place I would have gone for dark designs.

"You are really Diane's boyfriend?" The woman sitting on the other white couch questioned me for what? the fifth time. I seriously wanna tell her to piss off, but I had to remain patient.

"Yes. I am Diane's boyfriend" I answered in a curt tone that says I wouldn't entertain further questions. She shouldn't take my niceness for granted.

"Wow" She puffed out air "I can't beleive I would be seeing Harry Michaelson in reality because of my husband's daughter" She muttered, her painted lips lifted slightly in a scorn.

I don't like her already. There's just something about the way she talks that irks me.

"Can I take a picture?" She requested, batting her long, fake eyelashes at me. 

I stared expressionlessly at her, wondering how Diane was able to put up with someone like her for years.

When she realized I wasn't ready to grant her request, she moved on to another topic.

"As I told you earlier, I am Mrs Pierce, but you can call me Julia" She crossed her legs and flapped those fake eyelashes at me. "I love your jacket" She complimented with a giggle, pointing to the brown leather jacket I was wearing.

I stayed quiet and cold to get compliments.

"I love that rolex too" She smirked, gesturing her head to my wrist watch "And definitely love that chain around your neck" She winked and made another annoying giggling sound.

Oh, Jesus. Why am even I here with a woman like this? It was almost like she was flirting with me.

"You must really love my daughter" She said with a smile I could easily tell was not real.

"Your daughter" I narrowed my eyes in disapprobation "She didn't tell me you were her mother, she said you're her father's wife"

In a flash, her smile was gone and I saw her real expression. God, I hate fake people.

"Heyyy" A recognized soft voice rang in my ears, and I was thankful it was at the right time.

Diane is here.

I raised my head and saw her all dressed up in a beautiful and fitted short, flair dress.

I got to my feet, smirking at her as I ran my gaze over her perfect body. I also noticed how she nervously pressed her fingers over the small pendant of the gold necklace that was glistening on her fair chest and when she stopped in front of me, I saw that she was wearing a nose ring.

"Hey" I greeted, swiping a finger over my gold earring as I tried not to stare too long at her bright face.

"Hey, babe" She called softly, placing a hand on the side of my face and grabbing my hand with her other hand to place it around her waist. I felt my body go stiff at the unexpected physical contact.

I locked my gaze with hers, and I could see that her cheeks had turned pink.

We never talked about displaying affection, but I can the play the game she was playing too.

I held the sides of her slim waist in my hands, and she coiled her arms around my neck, staring up at me while I peered down at her face which had already turned red.

Diane was blushing. I smirked.

"Did you miss me, babe?" She asked, her tone slow and her voice so tender.

I let my left hand slid down from her waist a little like it was my way of responding and I sensed her stillness for a brief second. I put my lips near her ear and whispered "Are you doing this because of her?"

I heard her breathe in softly. She knew the 'her' was Julia.

She tiptoed to have her mouth next to my ear "Yes, it's because of her" She breathed, her lips unintentionally brushing my ear.

The mild touch did something oddly pleasing to my insides, but it left as soon as it rushed in.

Diane dropped her arms from my neck and I reluctantly dropped my hands from her waist. 

She faced Julia "This is my boyfriend" She smiled evilly at her step mother "I'm sure you already know his name"

Julia nodded and returned her evil smile "I hope you treat him right"

Diane's smiled wiped off and I decided to step in.

"Does it look like she's treating me bad?" I quizzed Julia whose smiled faltered. "Right. That's what I thought" I mumbled.

Diane gave me an appreciative smile and kissed the side of my neck lightly.

I shot her a look at the kiss, though I wasn't complaining.

The neck kiss was very light like a feather, it was almost like it never happened, but I was certain I felt her lips touch my neck.

I shook my head slowly. Diane kissed my neck.

"We would be leaving now" She informed her fake stepmother who as usual gave her fake smile.

Diane and I walked side by side, our hands occasionally brushing, but we ignored that like it wasn't happening.

"Your stepmother is so nice" I said with heavy sarcasm.

"I know" Diane grinned. "I'm sorry about that"

I stared down at her. She said sorry to me, and it's even on behalf of her wicked stepmother. I could recall She had gone as far as kissing me on the neck just to piss the woman off and that made me wonder who Diane hated more. Julia or me?

When we got outside the gate, she looked around and I knew she was searching for my car.

"I didn't bring my car" I imparted, extending a helmet to her.

She pursed her pink lips "You brought this again" She said gloomily, pointing a small finger to my red bike which matched her brownish red dress. Funny.

"I am not supposed to get on that THING again" She mumbled.

"Look, Diane, today, I'm not gonna be wasting my time telling you to get on the bike. It's either we ride on the bike or I go back home, then you can say goodbye to the date" I stated the options like I do every other time.

She rubbed her forehead gently with her finger pads before nodding. "Fine. Fix the helmet for me" She demanded with pursed lips and I did, trying to not glance down at her cleavages.

In seconds, I was done fixing the helmet for Diane. I got on the power bike and waited for her to do the same.

"I really wasn't supposed to get on this thing" She complained, already on the bike. "It scares the shit out of me" She grumbled, wrapping her fluffy hands around my body. I stilled for a second at the softness of Diane's hands making me recall the first and last real hug I got from her. It was the day I thought I was going to lose my dad and I cried my eyes out shamelessly, holding her for comfort.

I released a deep sigh, pushing away the scene from my head to focus on getting us to a restaurant.

****

I picked a beautiful, calm restaurant for the date, uncertain if Diane would like it or not. I had to steal glances at her from time to time to check her expression. I had to know if she would lay her long complains as I wasn't ready for that at all.

"This place...." She said, examining the place as she walked on. "I love it"

I exhaled gently, relieved we were not going to be arguing about that.

"It is warm and beautiful" She said with twinkles bright in her round hazel eyes. I almost halted on my track to stare at her face but I had to control myself and move to my seat.

Before I could reach my seat, Diane decided to be Diane by grabbing the sleeve of my jacket and when I turned my face to her, I met her scowl.

"What are you doing?" She asked with her lips pressed and her voice whispery.

"I should be asking that question" I said, glancing down at her hand still holding my jacket.

She released my jacket, her glare deepening. "Are you not forgetting something?"

I furrowed my brows "What?"

She darted her eyes to the chair she would be sitting on and I wrinkled my brows in confusion.

"Your chair?" I asked, pointing to the designed chair at my side.

"Yes" She replied in a hiss.

"What should I do with it?" I asked, more confused than I was a second ago.

"Jesus christ" She muttered displeasedly under her breath and looked around the restaurant. She pointed to a couple that just arrived. "Look at them"

I stared at the young couples smiling at each other and that got me rolling my eyes. "Now what?"

"What is the guy doing?" She questioned.

I gruntled "He is pulling out the chair for the...." I stopped talking as I began to comprehend the whole thing. I turned to her "You want me to pull out the chair for you?"

"Don't you know are supposed to do that as a gentleman?" She asked with a huff, flipping her brown hair arrogantly.

"I am supposed to do that?" I asked, taken aback by the new information.

She took a moment to give me a steady look "You didn't know that?"

I let out an audible scoff. "I am not a gentleman" I said and moved my legs towards my seat but Diane drew me back by my Jacket.

"Diane" I uttered her name in a rough whisper but that only earned me a fierce stare. "Let me go"

She pointed her face to the chair to remind me of the chair pulling task.

Oh, Jesus.

With a loud, annoyed sigh I turned fully to her "Fine" Then I glanced at her hand gripping my jacket tight "But you gotta release my jacket first"

She let go of my jacket and I reluctantly pulled out the chair for her, grumbling with a scowl on my face.

"Thank you" She said with a honeyed voice, sitting gently on the chair.

I walked to the chair opposite hers and finally took my seat. I can't wait for this whole thing to come to an end so I can get the peace I deserve. No one would be forcing me to pull out chair so just to act like the gentleman that I know I am not.

"Hello" I heard Diane greeting someone and looked up to see she was glaring at the waitress who stood afront the table, her eyes solely on my face.

"Harry Michaelson" The waitress called my name, her eyes twinkling with what I guessed to be admiration, though I don't think I've seen her before.  "Ohmygod I can't beleive I am standing in front you right now and you are so hot!" She gushed, her hands on her cheeks.

For some reason I decided to take a peek at Diane's face. I caught her rolling her eyes, her lips pressed.

"And you are more handsome in real life!" The waitress whisper yelled, her face all red. She was blushing.

"I never knew I was that handsome to make a girl blush" I mumbled, getting a groan from Diane which meant she heard what I said.

"I love you Harry Michaelson" The girl confessed, staring dreamily at me.

Diane cleared her throat, her face on the menu "Isn't it great that she is in love with someone who's not a gentleman" She murmured like I wasn't sitted in front of her while the waitress was too busy admiring me she didn't pay attention to Diane and her snarky comments.

"You should take our orders..." I glanced at the name tag on her chest "Gloria"

"Yes, Harry" She giggled, tucking strands of golden hair behind her ear. "You can order me if you want"

Diane coughed nastily, and when I directed my eyes to her, I saw her lifting her head from the menu to face the flirty waitress "Are you on the menu?" She asked slowly, her eyes so harsh and her voice sounding irritated.

Gloria, the waitress didn't reply to that. I could see she got intimidated by Diane's menacing expression. Interesting.

"That's what I thought" Diane said, referring to Gloria's silence.

And that was sassy....and hot.

Diane crossed her smooth legs in a lady like manner, her eyes scanning the menu "I would like to have...."

I held my breath, staring at her, hoping she won't demand for something strange like a purple boiled chicken then make a fuss about not getting it.

"Just the creamy salad with the grilled chicken wings and water will be nice"

I released my breath in relief. Thank God. It was a surpise she was ordering for something so simple.

Gloria did her job, careful not to stare too long at me. I bet she wouldn't want to get harshly questioned by an annoyed Diane again.

It was time to eat and I had to halt occasionally to watch the way Diane used her cutleries with elegance. It was like she was born with them, cutting the chicken without force and eating with moderate movement of her mouth.

A smile stretched the side of my lips as I thought about how naturally sophisticated Diane actually is with or without money. The girl handles everything with grace, definitely born to be elegant. 

"The food here is great" She complimented, chewing the salad.

I glanced up from my meal to her face and saw that her lips were already smudged with the cream from her food. It made me shake my head that even as she had tried to be careful while eating, her lips still got stained.

"You've got something on your lips" I said, pointing to her mouth.

"Oh" Her face reddened in embarrassment. She quickly grabbed the paper handkerchief on the table to clean it off but halted as she remembered something.

"What?"

She pouted "I might be ruining my lipstick in the process" She said sadly.

I rolled my eyes. I can't beleive that was what she was worried about. "You don't even need this" I said, snatching the paper handkerchief from her hand "You were supposed to wipe it off with your tongue"

She made an 'eew' face.

"Don't make that face. A normal person would lick off the cream" I told her, keeping the handkerchief with me.

She glared at me and I shrugged "Clean it with your tongue or go around with creamy lips"

She groaned "Fine"

She pulled out her pink tongue and sluggishly wiped it over her lips. I froze, focused on the innocent action that my brain had somehow pictured to appear seductive.

I shut my eyes and opened them back in seconds, but now focused my gaze on something else, anything else that was not Diane's lips.

"Is it clean now?" Her soft, artless voice sounded in my ears, forcing me to look up at her face, particularly her lips.

I saw little cream staying at her upper lips "You still have some at the top"

In seconds, her tongue was out again, swiping over her upper lip slowly. I was seriously trying not to stare but damnnnn.....I couldn't help it.

I tore my gaze away from her and cleared my throat. "You have to be fast with whatever you're doing, I need to go home" I said, my voice low and rough.

"Whatever" She rolled her eyes "I'll soon be done with my meal and we can go home"

I was not sure if I would still have to go on another date with Diane, but something tells me there would be more in the future. Not only more dates, but more things I never signed up for.