Chapter42 Our First Date

"My choice!" I half scoffed. "I wanted to wear it." I defended myself. Deep down, I knew I was acting childish but something inside me was a little peeved.
"Then why aren't you?" He asked me once more and I was quiet.
I wanted to tell him but I couldn't and I knew I was making an issue out of nothing. As childish as I sounded, I wanted to know how he felt about me. I didn't want to be another one of the girls he wined and dined.
"I felt like wearing this." I shrugged my shoulders and clasped my hands tightly. Curse me for starting this conversation.
"But you couldn't wear the one I sent you?" He glanced at me sideways. "Again Brielle, its fine. You don't have to feel guilty about it. I thought you'd like that dress." He was trying his best to not sound detached.
"I am sorry. I'll send it back tomorrow." I told him and he looked baffled for a second. It wasn't like I was ever going to wear that again so it was better to send it back rather than wasting money. His lip curved in a mysterious smile.
The traffic was light and we made it there within twenty minutes. As soon as he parked, I got out of the car quickly. He frowned but said nothing.
"This place looks amazing."
Which was true. It was elegant and cosy. After Zuriel gave his name, a small guy with curly, salt and pepper hair led us through the tables to one corner. Like a gentleman, Zuriel pulled out a chair for me to sit and sat across me. He ordered wine for himself whilst I settled on the water. I opened the menu card to hide from his confused gaze.
"May I take your order?"
Finally an English-speaking waitress!
I eyed the waitress as she batted her too-long-to-be-real eyelashes at Zuriel, who was oblivious of her antics and concentrated on the menu. When he asked about something, she giggled and replied over-enthusiastically.
'Real classy girl, real classy.'
I ignored her loud banter and looked at the menu and my mouth watered. Zuriel waited for me to order first and I opened my mouth to order something called 'Moussaka' when I remembered what happened earlier like a rewind of the disaster. Not something to remember.
"I'll have... salad only." I gave the waitress a tight smile as she responded to my order with a smug smile.
"Salad?" He asked me, surprised. His eyebrows drew together and he looked confused.
"Yeah salad Zuriel, with cucumbers and tomatoes..."
"I know what the fuck salad is..." A muscle ticked in his jaw.
"Good. So salad it is." His eyes narrowed, but he continued to look at me like I had lost my marbles.
"No... Can you get steak for both of us, medium- well done for me? What about you?" Brown eyes narrowed dangerously at me, waiting for me to protest. It was enoug to shut my mouth.
"Well done, too." I told her and she left, swaying her hips slightly.
"But Zuriel. I like... salad. And I'm not hungry." Just then, my stomach decided to growl. It was embarrassing, but I hadn't eaten anything since morning. He gave me a sceptical look, challenging me to say something. I was sure my face was brighter than the tablecloth.