Post by Shelby on Jan 3, 2017 16:38:00 GMT
She supposed she should have specified who she was talking about when saying that people didn't compliment her the way that she wanted to be complimented. She didn't want to be complimented on her looks, though it seemed as if Arthur understood that, and she didn't want the general public's compliments about her food. True, it was always an uplifting thing, something that let Chardonnay know her food was good. But what she wanted, no needed, was for critics and reviewers to compliment her food the way that the regular patrons did. It was as if they held such a high expectation for her because of the fact that she was Thomas's daughter, and even before she had been able to make her mark in the culinary world they were knocking her down. It wasn't fair. Its not like she was asking for her. Her and her staff worked their asses off for the restaurant and she knew that they deserved better. That she deserved better.
Chardonnay hadn't meant to make Arthur compliment her, but she couldn't deny that it actually made her feel good, as surprising as his confession was. In the back of her mind she questioned whether or not he was being genuine and if he was only saying that to get her to calm down so that nothing happened to the baby, but she pushed that aside. For the first time since finding out about this pregnancy, she wanted to bask in something that made her feel going, and knowing that Arthur found her food good, as hard as it was to impress him, made her feel just that way. A little bit, anyway. She couldn't deny that her eyes brightened just the slightest bit and her back straightened from its slightly slumped posture. It felt good, even if he wasn't a critic because getting complimented just felt good. Still, there was almost a bitter feeling in the pit of her stomach. She tried to push it aside, but it wouldn't go away.
Clearing her throat, Chardonnay tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear. "Thanks," she muttered. She had the sudden urge to blurt out that she did get complimented but not by the people she wanted it to be, but before she could say it the waitress came back with their waters and asked if they were ready to order. Chardonnay cleared her throat again and ordered the chicken capellini, no appetizer, and the little salad that came with the meal. After Arthur ordered waitress nodded her head and said that she'd put that in right away and to call her if they needed anything else in the meantime.
There was a lull in their conversation after that; an awkwardness seemed to linger over the tops of their heads, and Chardonnay was stumped with what to say. Did she even want to say anything? Not really, but sitting across from Arthur in a restaurant where everyone else was speaking with the person they were sitting with almost made her think that they needed to talk if only to seem normal and make it seem as if nothing was wrong. But so much was wrong. Or, rather, not going as she had ever hoped or expected. Her stomach churned and she grimaced at the feeling. No, no getting sick, especially if she was going to eat soon. God, business lunches and dinners were so much easier than this. But it was Arthur. Then again, that was the point: it was Arthur.
She took a sip of her water, just to do something, and let her fingers linger on the cool glass after she set it back on the table. "So how did... Your niece take everything when you told her?" She spoke up, not really wanting to talk about anything revolving the baby, but what else could she talk about? They had nothing else in common other than being business owners, and she didn't want to talk about that to him either. She was too stressed. Maybe hearing about that little brat's tantrum about the pregnancy and them dating would make her feel better. "I never asked about that."
Chardonnay hadn't meant to make Arthur compliment her, but she couldn't deny that it actually made her feel good, as surprising as his confession was. In the back of her mind she questioned whether or not he was being genuine and if he was only saying that to get her to calm down so that nothing happened to the baby, but she pushed that aside. For the first time since finding out about this pregnancy, she wanted to bask in something that made her feel going, and knowing that Arthur found her food good, as hard as it was to impress him, made her feel just that way. A little bit, anyway. She couldn't deny that her eyes brightened just the slightest bit and her back straightened from its slightly slumped posture. It felt good, even if he wasn't a critic because getting complimented just felt good. Still, there was almost a bitter feeling in the pit of her stomach. She tried to push it aside, but it wouldn't go away.
Clearing her throat, Chardonnay tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear. "Thanks," she muttered. She had the sudden urge to blurt out that she did get complimented but not by the people she wanted it to be, but before she could say it the waitress came back with their waters and asked if they were ready to order. Chardonnay cleared her throat again and ordered the chicken capellini, no appetizer, and the little salad that came with the meal. After Arthur ordered waitress nodded her head and said that she'd put that in right away and to call her if they needed anything else in the meantime.
There was a lull in their conversation after that; an awkwardness seemed to linger over the tops of their heads, and Chardonnay was stumped with what to say. Did she even want to say anything? Not really, but sitting across from Arthur in a restaurant where everyone else was speaking with the person they were sitting with almost made her think that they needed to talk if only to seem normal and make it seem as if nothing was wrong. But so much was wrong. Or, rather, not going as she had ever hoped or expected. Her stomach churned and she grimaced at the feeling. No, no getting sick, especially if she was going to eat soon. God, business lunches and dinners were so much easier than this. But it was Arthur. Then again, that was the point: it was Arthur.
She took a sip of her water, just to do something, and let her fingers linger on the cool glass after she set it back on the table. "So how did... Your niece take everything when you told her?" She spoke up, not really wanting to talk about anything revolving the baby, but what else could she talk about? They had nothing else in common other than being business owners, and she didn't want to talk about that to him either. She was too stressed. Maybe hearing about that little brat's tantrum about the pregnancy and them dating would make her feel better. "I never asked about that."