Zak Bagans/Ghost Adventures story. With Nick Groff having left the show, the network decides they want a female investigator to replace him. Zak Bagans is not happy.
He has avoided getting close to women for over two years, after a series of bad exp...
"Zak...are you sure about this?" I asked, as we waited at the entrance of the restaurant to talk to the maître d'.
Zak had made a reservation at the "Top of the World" restaurant located in the "Stratosphere Casino, Hotel & Tower". The restaurant was located at the top of the tower – eight hundred feet in the air – and revolved 360 degrees every eighty minutes. From what I could see of the windows, there was a breathtaking view of the Vegas Strip, with all the lights making the city glow.
My concern was that I knew Zak had a fear of heights – and I did too – although I knew Zak's was worse.
Zak gently squeezed my hand as he looked down at me.
"We've been through scarier things together, we got this," Zak said, smiling at me, and I smiled back, instantly feeling confident.
Before I could agree with his statement, the maître d' returned to the podium.
"Hello, how can I help you this evening?" He asked.
"We have a reservation for two, Bagans," Zak answered, and the maître d' looked down at the book on the podium.
"Yes, here you are," the man smiled, crossing "Bagans" out with a pen, and then grabbed two menus from a shelf inside the podium, and stepped away from it. "Follow me," he added, and then began leading the way to our table.
Zak let go of my hand to motion for me to go first, and I smiled at him before I began following the maître d', Zak following along behind me.
As we walked through a large area of booths and tables, I looked around a bit. The décor was beautiful, but simple at the same time. Every table – regardless if it was a table or a booth – had a white table cloth; a small, lit candle in the middle; and folded cloth napkins at each place setting. The booths had a dark brown, and pale blue patterned fabric covering the seating, while the tables had dark brown and blue wooden chairs. The carpet was a darker shade of blue with grey circle patterns scattered across it, and there was very minimal lighting – there was enough light coming from the Strip to light up the entire restaurant.
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"Here we are," the maître d' said, as he stopped at a table for two, right up against one of the many large windows that encompassed the entire restaurant.
"Oh, wow..." I said softly, unable to stop myself, completely taken back by the view.
The hundreds of lit up buildings, the extra lighting from the Strip, the dark silhouette of the mountains in the distance, and the purple and orange colours of the sky as the sun was setting.
"Thank you," Zak replied to the maître d', and I momentarily felt silly for being distracted and not thanking him myself, but the maître d' smiled at us.
"Your server will be with you shortly," the man said, setting the menus down on the table, and then left us to our table.
"So, what do you think?" Zak asked, as he helped me take off my jacket, and then pulled out my chair for me, hanging my jacket on the back of my chair.
