It is Just Like a Drama!

One night I had a dinner with Jennie and 2 other French girls from the hostel.
We planned to go to an Italian restaurant where our Italian friend, Max from the hostel was working as a waiter.

Max was a very sweet Italian guy who had a long hair and huge eyes which almost looked like popping out of his face every time he stared at me. He was a musician and wanted to reside in Chicago for his music.

We took a bus for about 20 minutes towards north.

When we got off the bus, we were standing right in front of a big Italian restaurant.

We entered inside and found Max working. We waved our hands and tried to greet him. He noticed us and smiled. But he looked too busy to greet us at the moment.

A host guided us to a table. We sat on a table and looked at a menu.

I looked up salad section. I was getting tired of Caesar salad, so decided to order something different.

A waitress came to our table and took our order.

"Can I have a seafood salad, please?" I wanted to eat seafood because I hadn't have seafood for awhile since I arrived in Chicago.

We were chatting and observing the restaurant. Max kept working non-stop. But he managed to came to our table and say hello.

After Max left, Jennie pointed a guy in the restaurant who was also a waiter and said he looked like an angel.
He had a petit body and angel curly hair. He was kinda cute.

When my seafood salad arrived on the table, I was confused. I saw only bits of tentacles of squid and octopus. There was no vegetable in the plate.

".... Jennie, do you think this is really seafood salad??? I don't see any lettuce..."

"OH, Mariko. This is really an Italian style seafood salad. Did you want salad with vegetable? I'm sorry I should have explained to you if this is not what you wanted to eat..."

"No, that's ok. I can eat this."

I ate the bits of squid and octopus. I'm not actually a big fan of this kind of seafood... I ended up leaving more than half of the plate again. Jennie offered me to eat some of hers, but I kindly refused and said I wanted to eat some sweets instead.

"Excuse me!" I tried to stop one of the waiters.

"Yes?" The angel looking waiter came up to our table.

"Could I order a Tiramisu?

"Do you really want a Tiramisu?"

"Yes, do you think it is weird if I order a Tiramisu?"

"No. I'm just happy to hear that such a cute Asian girl like you want to eat Tiramisu!!"

He put his hand on my shoulder.

".... alright, interesting comment..." I mingled in my mind.

When we were asking for a check, Max came to our table again and told me that the angel waiter wants my number.

I looked at the angel waiter again and blushed from the fact that someone actually asked my number at a restaurant. It sounded like one scene from a drama!

"Marikooo, he likes you! He looks like an angel!!" Jennie got excited and teased me.

But I didn't have my number since I was staying at a hostel, so Max went back to the waiter and explained him my situation.

Then the waiter came to our table and gave me his number and told me to call him on the following day.

"Wooow. It really happens!!" I was totally flattered, but had no idea what to do with his number. So I asked Jennie what to do with it.

"Of course, you should call him!" She replied.

"Alright...."

So I called him on the following day.