Dinner With Dylan

When we sit down I'm hit with the sweet smell of food. My stomach growls. "You must be starving, what would you like to eat"? He asked.

I think to myself for a bit, "you know, spaghetti sounds amazing".

He smiles "I agree", as he says that he waves over a waiter. "Two plates of spaghetti and a bottle of wine please". The waiter nods and hurried away.

"Great service here" I chuckled. He smirked, "well if there wasn't great service they would be fired".

"I do agree but isn't that a little harsh"?

"Yes, but they have a job to do. Why waste your time on doing it wrong and instead doing it right".

I thought to myself, "you are right I guess".

"Your right I am" he chuckled.

I look around a little and realize people are staring.

I mumbled, "people love to stare here don't they".

I shrink down a little in my seat.

He glares at everyone and stands up.

"Let's go somewhere else to talk".

As he says that he grabs my wrist and quickly walked over to the stairs. He let's go of my wrist gently and we start heading upstairs.