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"Table for two?" She asked, unhappily.
"Yes, please." I replied.
She grabbed two menus and silently stomped her way over to an empty table, the restaurant clientele stopping whatever they were doing to look at us, most of them in fancy dresses and suits. This was mostly what i dealt with for hospital functions and outings with colleagues from the hospital. It was boring and dull. I would much rather have a rebel like Amber by my side.
I held out the chair for Amber. She sat down and I slightly pushed her chair in.
"Why, thank you, good sir." She said in a fun tone.
"You're welcome, my lady." I replied as I slightly bowed.
She laughed as I sat down.
"Everyone is looking at us." She said.
"Thats because they wish they could have fun like us. I deal with shit like this all the time for hospital functions."
"I don't know how you do it."
"I just make sure to have lots of outside hobbies that keep me happy. And something to look forward to at the end of the night."
"Like what?" She asked curious.
"Golf?! That's fun?" She laughed.
"No. Not really. But i do like photography."
We were thankfully interrupted by a waitress, who looked younger than Amber, but with a look that must have drained her daddy's bank account.
"Hi, my name is Diane, i'll be your server." She said as she looked at Amber's dress. "What i can get you to drink?"
I smiled, "A bottle of your best red wine, please."
She shook her head and walked off, walking over to the hostess. They spoke to each other briefly, before the hostess made her way over to the table.
"Sir, I'm going to have to pre-authorize your card for your meal tonight. As a precaution."
Amber sneered at her.
"That's fine." I said as I pulled out my wallet. I was going to give her my American Express card, when I figured it would be better to just give her my bank debit card. I handed it over and without saying thank you, the hostess went into the back.
"They think we can't pay this." I said, shaking my head.
"Wow, how prissy." Amber said.
She looked over and noticed the old gentlemen sitting near her who was staring at her.
"What?!" She said, loudly, in a punk rock kind of tone.
He shook his head and went back to eating his tiny portion of salmon.
"What do you think want to eat?" I asked. We both opened our menus and looked at the fancy names of dishes that cost a fortune for a bite sized portion.
"Are you sure you want do this?" She asked, her eyes questioning the menu. "This is really expensive."
"Its fine." I said, smiling. "Did you forget I work as a cardiac surgeon? This is nothing."
"Well, that's good. Because a paramedic salary really can't." She paused, "Or...now...no salary."
She made a unhappy face. It was like it just hit her that she was suddenly unemployed.
"Has it not hit you yet?" I asked.
"So, you haven't thought about what you're going to do next?"
"No, not yet. I figured I'd give myself a day. A paramedic's pay really isn't great for the work we do."
"No, its really not. What was your specialty?"
"Really?" I was surprised, but looking at her work this morning, I shouldn't have been.
"Yeah." She replied, shaking her head as I stared at her.
She was so perfect...
"Columbia's med school is great." I said, smirking, "Especially their surgeon department."
"Yeah. Is that where you went?" She laughed.
I shook my head.
"We'll see, I'll think about it. I kind of like the front line, minus the pay." She said. She looked into my eyes as she spoke.
The waitress interrupted us as she set down two glasses, pouring our wine. She set down the bottle on the table for us and asked what we wanted to order. I looked at Amber.
"I have no idea. You can order for us, since you're so used to this and have a surgeon's salary, Dr. Emerson." Amber said as she stuck her tongue out at me.
I noticed the waitress' eyes widen a bit when Amber said surgeon's salary.
I laughed, covering the fact that I wanted that tongue inside my mouth and on other parts of my body.
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