Fuck it, they will forgive me. -grin
As so she believes, muttering under her exhausted breath from all the running she strides toward the restaurant and a klutzy looking waitress immediately comes waddling to welcome her in.
Hi, Karyn Becker.. I have a reservation under the name of Romanov..
Says Kay as she reaches the front desk. The usher smiles at the mention of the name. She runs her fingers through the register. Kay gathers her waist length hair into a messy knot. Is it me or is it too hot in here? Kay's eyes wander at the interior of the restaurant. Hmph.. Not her kinda hangout place. She would prefer somewhere more laid back. This is too high end for her taste.
That 3 storeys building is an exclusive high end restaurant and she suddenly is flooded with suspicions of today reunion. Am I being too simple here? to think that them are capable of being the normal friends who happened to call in simply to invite me for a simple normal dinner?
That aside, what's bothering her now is she can't seems to find them, not in this crowds of customer.
Why do we have to meet somewhere crowded like this? Ugh!
No, sorry.. I'm talking to myself. -grin
She observes the busy girl flipping the guest book, constantly going back and forth for missing out the name in the register. Her uniform is for those trainee staff. Her panic gestures, biting the corner of her lips and that slight perspiration on her forehead suggested Kay's theory. New here, huh? More than the obvious incompetence she is reminded of her old aloof self, she can't help it. She used to be that clumsy fragile looking waitress too; back when she’s in the college, midst of her sophomore year. The transition period she called.
A senior waitress comes for assistance seeing the line building up behind. She lightly shoves the younger one aside.
Sorry about that. She's new. Your reservation please.
It's Romanov.. my date. -snapping out of thought.
Ah..I was informed.
The waitress takes out a different list. Kay wait impatiently as the waitress is going through what seems to be a list of customer before she finally leads her way up the stairs toward one of the VIP's room. Not downstairs? Wait, what? Private room?
I'm not expecting this.
She is in her from work button down, acid washed out jeans, unruly titanium grey long hair and smeared makeup heading toward an official reunion dinner? I might as well jump down the drain now. There are guards outside the room and she suddenly reminded of why she hates formality so much and her past entirely but nothing she could do about it now.
Valerie: Thanks lord! You are finally here Kay!!
A girl in black roses printed dress sprint out of her seat as Kay step inside the room and another girl with a completely opposite look is smiling her teeth out as she sees her presence. Valerie Romanov and Kazuhiko Miura, her best friends. The oldest friendship she ever had.
Kazu: I thought you're not gonna make it today. This girl here about to bawl her eyes out calling your phone non stop. Glad you are safe and sound Kay. Come come sit.
Kay: Why didn't you guys tell me it's a formal dinner? I'm not properly dressed for this. Sorry Val.
Valerie: Nah that's okay. It's not formal.. I just want us to have a nice private dinner.. besides you hate crowds remember?
Kay smiles as she takes her seat opposite the two. The waiter places the napkin on her laps which for a second shocks Kay.
Kay: Guys I'm really sorry for being this late. I come straight, right from a meeting. You guys even had to travel here. I'm so embarrassed.
Kay is trying her best to smile, brushing off the awkwardness. Valerie and Kazu look at her shaking their head in unison. It's okay. You're here.