The Memory of You.

Chapter 14: Dinner and an answer.

Recap:

"marry me?" he asked, pulling out a ring.

I stood still, shocker by the question.

Memory POV

"Memory? You still there?" Ryan asked me.

It's been a good minute or so, and I haven't answered him yet.

"Can I answer at dinner?" I asked, so unsure.

"Yes", he laughed.

"Thanks!" I breathed.

"What do I need to wear?" I asked myself.

"Ask Willow, she knows what's going on", he said.

"You tell her everything, don't you?" I teased.

"Only some things!" he said.

"Okay", I smiled.

Just then, Willow walked in and said," Ryan leave. Memory needs to get ready!", and pushed him out.

"Help?" I asked.

In answer, she walked into my closet and started searching through my dresses.

"No, no, eww!, no way! No, no, perfect." she pulled out a dress.

It was a black number that stopped WAY above my knees, and was strapless.

"Do you want him to attack me?!" I asked.

"Yes! Show him you're not just a mom!" she said, shoving the dress into me, and pushed me into the bathroom. I hesitantly put on the dress and walked out, slightly nervous.

She handed me a pair of heels, and they were very sleek and black.

I put them on, and she started to work on my makeup, since she decided to leave my hair straight.

It seemed like it was too dark, but it actually looked nice.

I finally put on some lipgloss when Ryan shouted it was time to leave.

I walked down the stairs, and was putting on a silver necklace while walking, and he looke at me with lust then lo and behold, attacked me. He was kissing me everywhere, my lips, my jaw, my chest.

I pulled him away, but he attacked me again.

"Get a room!" someone shouted.

He pulled away reluctantly, and said," You look amazing."

He was wearing a black dress shirt, and some jeans.

"Not too bad yourself", I said.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Yep", I said, smiling.

We walked out to the car he had, and we drove away.

The car ride was silent, but it wasn't awkward.

We got out and l looked at where we were at.

We were at the fanciest restaurant in town, Ramone's.

We walked inside, when we stopped at check in area.

"Hi, we have a reservation under 'Blackwell' ", Ryan said.

"Blackwell, yes, for two. Here is your table", the man said while ushering us to our table.

We sat down and the man gave us menus and water.

"Memory, that one night when we went out clubbing and all, did I ever mark you?" Ryan asked as they were serving some bread.

"I never really thought about it, I don't think so..." I said, checkin my neck.