The New York City dinner scene
"This is..." Mia looks around the Bar Americain restaurant, a wide-eyed look of just pure awe in her eyes. "Nice. Really nice."
When Zach had called her earlier that day, telling her to wear the fanciest dress that she had in her closet, she had been wondering where they'd be dining...but she didn't expect something this nice. It certainly was...different.
Well it wasn't everyday that she got to wear the red dress that she normally just put aside for those charity galas of Ollie's that she was dragged against her will to occasionally attended.
Nice restaurant, private cozy booth, chocolate cake in the desert case up front that looked like heaven, very nice indeed.
There was only one little problem.
"Do there really have to be so many forks?" she wrinkles her nose, fiddling with one of the smaller ones.
When Zach had called her earlier that day, telling her to wear the fanciest dress that she had in her closet, she had been wondering where they'd be dining...but she didn't expect something this nice. It certainly was...different.
Well it wasn't everyday that she got to wear the red dress that she normally just put aside for those charity galas of Ollie's that she was dragged against her will to occasionally attended.
Nice restaurant, private cozy booth, chocolate cake in the desert case up front that looked like heaven, very nice indeed.
There was only one little problem.
"Do there really have to be so many forks?" she wrinkles her nose, fiddling with one of the smaller ones.