I had to offer him a friendly smile to let him know I was SOMEWHAT joking -- keyword: somewhat -- before I was off to the restaraunt's entrance. A waitress with blonde hair and pretty green eyes greeted us, asking where we'd like to be seated. "Non-smoking please," I immediatly answered, my eyes travelling over to William's glare briefly to only elbow him secretly upon his lowered arm. We were escorted and I sat myself into the nicely cushioned seats, taking the menu that was offered to me.
My eyes watched as the waitress with the nametag Rose left, looking back to Willy the Scorching Blonde who was STILL glaring at me. I smirked.
"Oh please," I grunted, opening the menu to drop my eyes upon the pretty pictures so I didn't have to look at his grouchy face. ".. cigarette smoke makes me feel sick. I think you can survive an hour."
Right, whatever, how grumpy I've seen THIS guy it'll be five minutes until he'll go off on a whining spree again. For now though? I was hungry. And damn it, I was going to order something! But what though? Decisions.. decisions.
Do I feel all breakfast girl? Lunchy? "Dinnery?" I worded out loud thoughtfully as I spoke my mind when my eyes travelled upon all the meals listed. Try to stay low, Safi, you want your money to last you at LEAST a couple more weeks.
I sighed out in fustration, looking across to my companion as if he had the answer. "What're YOU getting?"
(( Open to Spike. ))