When Trouble Meets Trouble

[ C h a p t e r - T w e n t y - S e v e n ]

Chapter 27

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 large building.

“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 frowned upon.

Jonah looked at me with a smile. “They should be here shortly.”

“Do you do this often?” I asked him and he smiled at me.

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 age 15.”

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…blushing?

I laughed and managed to keep it at a sane level, only earning a few glares from people around us. “You’re blushing.”

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.”

I heard footsteps reach the table and I looked up to see a large group of people approaching us. It was the familiar six that I know and two unfamiliar faces. Well, I can’t say unfamiliar because I see where Jonah gets his looks from, and the twins. They both inherited the dark hair from their father, who looked like an older version of Jonah.