Post by Shelby on Mar 8, 2017 3:21:29 GMT
It was surprising that he was giving her the choice of the restaurant, especially seeing as none of them would likely live up to her standards, especially when it came to food. But before all that she had to judge the place on it's looks; if it looked dingy on the outside, more than likely they sold frozen food and the kitchens weren't entirely clean, and if there weren't many people on the inside then it meant that it wasn't that good, even for a place like this where people liked to grab a bit to eat and then head back onto the beach. Chardonnay was still looking at Arthur, watching as his face lightened up just a bit. It was annoying, but she didn't know why. Something about thinking about how happy he might be pissed her off. She swallowed the feeling down, though, which, again, wasn't difficult considering the guilt that welled in the pit of her stomach with that thought. He had a right to be happy, she thought. But didn't she have one, too?
He stood from the rock and Chardonnay raised her brow as he held a hand out to her. Because every chance they'd had to hold hands it had been ruined. It honestly made her feel uncomfortable to reach her hand out and grab Arthur's, but she did it, if only to keep him happy. If only to keep tagging him along, her inner voice said. She swallowed the lump in her throat and took a deep breath and let it out. "...Right," she said, letting her hand lay loosely in his, not a all tight in any shake, way, or form.
She started leading him towards where they had come from. There was no more crowd standing in front of the restaurant, and instead of the owner standing outside telling people that the restaurant was closed the sign for the specials was gone and there was a sign saying that the restaurant was closed due to some plumbing issues and that they'd be open once everything was resolved. If Chardonnay was a less classy lady, she would have spit at the side, but as it was she had class in her and just walked away from it. Like Arthur said, they walked towards the south end of the boardwalk, with little to no talking in between them. Chardonnay didn't know what to say or even how to open a conversation with him. Instead, their hands stayed connected with each others. They were given glances from people who walked by them, and Chardonnay noticed every other couple holding hands. Were any of them expecting a baby? Did they actually like each other? She wondered what she and Arthur looked like walking with each other from another's perspective. It made her self conscious. What if someone else from their past saw them and wanted to talk?
Chardonnay hoped that her hands weren't getting sweaty, that he couldn't feel how tense she actually felt.
Towards the south end of the boardwalk more restaurants started popping up, like Arthur had said, and the smell of fried food was beginning to ebb. Instead were the smells of actual cooked food with the salty sea air hanging around because of the ocean feet away from them. She instantly nixed off restaurants as they passed them, not having to look in, only judging from their outside. "Not there, and definitely not there," she muttered under her breath. But she was getting hungry. Her lips were turning down into a frown and her stomach was beginning to growl. At this rate, by the time the fireworks started they'd not have eaten yet. "Oh God, I don't know," she said. "None of these places look... Decent." Not to her standard, anyway.
He stood from the rock and Chardonnay raised her brow as he held a hand out to her. Because every chance they'd had to hold hands it had been ruined. It honestly made her feel uncomfortable to reach her hand out and grab Arthur's, but she did it, if only to keep him happy. If only to keep tagging him along, her inner voice said. She swallowed the lump in her throat and took a deep breath and let it out. "...Right," she said, letting her hand lay loosely in his, not a all tight in any shake, way, or form.
She started leading him towards where they had come from. There was no more crowd standing in front of the restaurant, and instead of the owner standing outside telling people that the restaurant was closed the sign for the specials was gone and there was a sign saying that the restaurant was closed due to some plumbing issues and that they'd be open once everything was resolved. If Chardonnay was a less classy lady, she would have spit at the side, but as it was she had class in her and just walked away from it. Like Arthur said, they walked towards the south end of the boardwalk, with little to no talking in between them. Chardonnay didn't know what to say or even how to open a conversation with him. Instead, their hands stayed connected with each others. They were given glances from people who walked by them, and Chardonnay noticed every other couple holding hands. Were any of them expecting a baby? Did they actually like each other? She wondered what she and Arthur looked like walking with each other from another's perspective. It made her self conscious. What if someone else from their past saw them and wanted to talk?
Chardonnay hoped that her hands weren't getting sweaty, that he couldn't feel how tense she actually felt.
Towards the south end of the boardwalk more restaurants started popping up, like Arthur had said, and the smell of fried food was beginning to ebb. Instead were the smells of actual cooked food with the salty sea air hanging around because of the ocean feet away from them. She instantly nixed off restaurants as they passed them, not having to look in, only judging from their outside. "Not there, and definitely not there," she muttered under her breath. But she was getting hungry. Her lips were turning down into a frown and her stomach was beginning to growl. At this rate, by the time the fireworks started they'd not have eaten yet. "Oh God, I don't know," she said. "None of these places look... Decent." Not to her standard, anyway.