The Touch of an Angel, the Grasp of a Demon

Anahera rubbed the back of his head. "Uhhh... I'm not sure. I saw a few restaurants, while I was getting cleaning supplies, but I don't know what food tastes like... here." He had almost said "on Earth", but he wouldn't make that mistake again. No more slip-ups. His relationship with Lynne Rose would be simple and not mixed up with secrets. "What kind of food do you like?" he asked her.

((Okay, because I want my post to be longer, I'm just to say she likes Italian food. If that's a problem, then I can absolutely change things.))

The restaurant was only a few blocks away, and they walked there. Outside the building Anahera analyzed the structure. It looked nice, despite being in a part of the city that wasn't very nice. The dark bricks were clean from graffiti and the awning was green, white, and red striped. There were no chairs outside, which seemed like a sensible idea, but there were several large potted plants spaced along the wall. Through the picture windows he could see tables with yellow table-clothes under gold lighting. It looked very nice.



Anahera held the door for Lynne Rose and succulent aromas flooded them. Anahera let out a little cry and closed his eyes, just letting the scents wash over him. He opened his eyes when a young woman asked, "Table for two?"

Anahera nodded. "Yes, thank you."

The girl's eyes took in his appearance and her eyes widened. She subtly leaned forward, all the better to display her black-uniformed chest. She plucked at a red lip with a painted nail and lowered her eyelids. She glanced at Lynne, then moved her eyes back to the angel. "Mm, you know... there are better girls to take to dinner..." The woman fluttered her long eyelashes.

Anahera looked passively at her. "Maybe, but they aren't the person I do want to take to dinner. Could you lead us to our table, please?" He looked past her.

The girl flushed. "Well. Well!" She moved from behind the desk and flounced down the isle, between crowded tables, pony-tail swinging. She stopped at a small table in a corner. One of the chairs was touching a plant with long fronds. The other was pressed between the table and the booth. There was hardly room for either of them to fit. "Sorry," she said in a falsely sweet tone, "this is the only open table we have."

Anahera looked across the restaurant and pointed. "That one's open. Come on, Lynne Rose, let's go over there." Anahera let Lynne pass him and walked behind her. He pulled out the chair for her and was sitting himself when the girl scuttled forward and set her hands on her hips.

"The table's reserved," she said coolly, as though laying down the trump card.

Anahera looked at the table. "I don't see a reserved sign, and if I'm not incorrect, that is what needs to be there if a table is reserved."

The girl looked livid, and was about to open her mouth, probably to say something that would get her fired, when the little bell on the desk rang and she stormed over. Anahera heard her practically yelling to the young man standing there that his "uber-order" wasn't really yet, whatever that meant.

“Oh well I mean I heard there is this pretty good italtian place not to far from here.” She suggested as an option after a decision was finally made.

They soon made their way out of the apartments and on their way on to the busy streets of the city, where soon they found the restaurant they both agreed on. It was nice, and not to badly priced.
“Thank you.” She said politely as her gazing was soon back on focusing on walking inside the restaurant after Anahera had politely opened the door for her to walk in first. She kept her gaze wandering slightly at the surroundings inside the building, from all the paintings on the wall and the gentle relaxing beat of the music that seemed to playing softly against the chatter of other customers.

Soon enough a hostess approached and took an obvious amount of time of hawking at Lynne’s new companion. She couldn’t help but feel a ting of jealousy, for who the hell knows why. It wasn’t long until Lynne’s ears began to turn red in embrassment at the woman’s comment to Anahera on saying he could find a much “better” date than herself. It took all the willpower in the poor to not go and slap the hostess. Lynne was not a violent person, but that comment was uncalled for.

Soon her boiling anger was chilled by Anahera’s response to the comment, it nearly made her blush.

Soon enough the two were lead to a all but to small table, clearly a childish trick to get back at Anahera for rejecting the hostess. But he wasn’t having any of it. He offered that they moved themselves to a better seat despite the woman’s bitter protests and attempt at agruing. Thankful the their hostess was forced to leave due to a customer complaining about an Uber-delivering and how it was not yet ready and he needed to be on his way.

Once it was finally just the two of them, Lynne turned her attention fully to Anahera. “That hostess clearly had a thing for you.” She teased lightly. “Thank you for standing up for me.” Going back to her shy manner, placing her hands on the table and playing with a simple silver bracelet she wore on her wrist.

((Italiatan food works great! So no worries!))

Anahera looked blankly from Lynne Rose to the waitress, who's yells were audible even across the restaurant. "Is that what that was about?" he asked. "I didn't know that's what she was doing." He frowned. "I just thought it was weird. Hu--Some women are strange." He mentally kicked himself. Enough. Enough! No more mistakes!

Anahera smiled at Lynne Rose. "And I didn't like what she implied toward you. I don't like it when people insult my friends. If I want to take you to dinner, then that's my choice, and she shouldn't have made it sound like you were inferior to her." He looked back at the girl and scowled. "You clearly aren't."

A waiter came up to them and, with a clearly fake Italian accent, asked them if they had made up their minds about what they wanted.

Anahera raised his eyebrows. "We haven't even opened the menus, so... no. Thank you, though."

The waiter blushed to the color of his hair in embarrassment and scuttled away.

Anahera scratched his ear and followed the waiter with his eyes. "Is everyone in this restaurant strange?"

“You don’t mean that.” She muttered quietly before lowering her eyes in a shy matter due to his comment on how he can choose to bring anyone on a date without being criticized or judged. “Thank you, though. For taking me out. It’s a nice please.” She gave Anahera a soft smile before turning her attention to the clearly fake accented waiter who questioned what they were ordering.

She lifted the menu and began browsing it to see what she was in the mood to eat. Maybe just some water and chicken Alfredo? That seemed nice. She thought.

“People can be a little strange at times, I think they are just intimidated by your appearance.” She said before quickly blushing “not that you’re bad looking I mean- I-I never mind.” She stuttered embarrassed quickly changing subjects.

“S-So what are you ordering?”

"Uh... Thanks?" Not bad looking is good, he thought. Right?

"What's intimidating about my appearance?" The angel tilted his head, then looked down at himself. He looked back up to catch her blush as she hid behind a menu. He blinked, then reached across and lowered the menu right as he heard her ask what he wanted in a mumble.

He looked into her eyes, his face worried and eyes concerned. "Lynne Rose, is there something I'm missing?"


((I JUST HAD TO OKAY. LETTING THE OPPORTUNITY GO WAS NOT AN OPTION. My poor sweet oblivious angel. <3 I can't wait to see what Lynne does!!!))

((( GAHHHH I LOVE ANAHERAAAAA I honestly don’t know what to do with Lynne >~<))