Last period

Part 12

George's pov

"Wow George. This is some fancy restaurant." She smiles.

I put my hand on top of hers.

"You deserve the best only Cami."

She smiles softly, her eyes shining.

As the waiter hands Cami the menu, her eyes widen.

"What's the matter love?"

"George...these prices...it's ridiculous." She says.

She puts down the menu. "I can't accept this George. Let's go have some fish and chips elsewhere."

I chuckle. "Don't worry about it. Now, please decide on what you'd like to eat." I command.

After some convincing, we order our food.

"You know, i've told you a lot about myself, it's your turn now." I say to her.

"Hmm, well okay. What do you want to know?"

"Everything. "

She chuckled and started talking. She told me about her life in france, and how she initially dreaded moving here, to England.

I could listen to her talk all day. Her soft, musical voice. And she just knows, how to make everything sound so interesting.

I grabbed Cami's hands. "Camille, i love you." I said.

"I love you too George." She blushed.

"I want to be with you so badly."

"Me too..."

"But it'd be so wrong. Nobody would accept it. I'd lose me job. And how would we even tell your pa-"

Cami's face turned bleak.

"Cami?"

Her eyes grew wide and she squeezed my hand hard.

"George we have to leave. Now."

I raise my eyebrows and follow her gaze.

She's looking at a tall man. He's wearing a suit. He's got Black hair, a moustache and a beard. He looks a bit older than me.

He's talking to some other suited men.

"What's up? Who is that man?" I asked her in a shushed tone.

Cami started panicking and i already had an idea as to who the man could be.

The man saw us and walked over to us.

"Fuck..." she cursed.

"Cami...que fais-tu ici?" The man asked her in French.

I gulped as my suspicions were confirmed.

His eyes turned to me.

"Who are you? What are you doing here with my daughter?"