Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 117
I fixed my purple dress; it was uncomfortable as it
lumped up beneath me. I nervously pulled at my
hair which was curled. “Calm down, Savannah.”
My eyes flickered to Jonah who was giving me a
reassuring smile. His smile helped me a little bit but I
was still scared that I was going to mess up and say
something they wouldn’t like. “I’m trying.”
“I know you are,” he replied, squeezing my hand as
he pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant we
were going to be eating at. The place was
intimidating, with the fancy valet service and the
“This is… fancy,” I whispered as I stared out of the
window. As we got out of the car, Jonah gave the
man his keys.
“Your name sir?” the valet man asked with a
pompous look on his face. Why is he so arrogant?
The only thing he does is park cars!
“Jonah Davis,” Jonah replied as he stared at the man.
The man was short, only a few inches taller than me
but at least 6 inches shorter than Jonah.
Jonah and I were ushered in by a lady who offered a
friendly smile. We stood near the man who was
standing on a podium. “Reservation?”
“The Davis Family, seating for 10,” Jonah stated in a
professional voice, as if he’s done this before. I stared
at him and he winked at me, causing me to blush
and look away. The guy at the podium smiled at us.
“Right this way,” a man announced as he brought us
to a large table. It had ten seats and I furrowed my
eyebrows; Sierra, Sabrina, Weston, Georgia, Diane,
Gregory, Jonah, His mom, His dad, and me. I hadn’t
realized it was this many people.
He pulled the chair out for me and allowed me to sit
down. I smiled at him as he did. He took the seat to
my left which happened to be at the end of the table.
I wonder who’s going to sit across from us. I hope
it’s not West and Georgia, they’d make me laugh and
by the looks of it, laughing in this restaurant is
Jonah looked at me with a smile. “They should be
“Do you do this often?” I asked him and he smiled at
He furrowed his eyebrows. “What?”
“You know? Go out to fancy-schmancy restaurants?”
I replied as I took in the sight. Most of the people here
are middle aged, most likely wealthy and they
probably own businesses that I buy things from.
Jonah shrugged again. “I used to do this a lot when I
was in my early teens, and then I stopped around
I wonder why. “Why?”
I hope I’m not being nosy. “Well, because I got sick
of having to do this once a week when I could be
skateboarding and playing videogames with my
friends,” he shrugged and I nodded.
I looked down at the silverware. The spoons looked
the same. Should I know the difference? I looked at
the tablecloth which seemed to be silk or some other
fabric. It was red, a pretty shade of it. I looked up
and saw Jonah staring at me. I felt my face warm up
as his cheeks turned a light shade of pink. Was he…
I laughed and managed to keep it at a sane level, only
earning a few glares from people around us. “You’re
He glared at me. I turned in my chair to face Jonah. I
furrowed my eyebrows as I reached out and
grabbed his tie. I began fixing it and he stared at me
while I did. It’s been irking me since we sat down. I
looked up at him once I was finished and noticed that
he had a small smile on his lips. “Thanks.”
I shook my head. “It’s no problem.”