Addicted

Chapter 3.

The Garden of Eden was only a couple of streets away, so we only walked, the boys talked the whole way filling in the silence.

The Garden of Eden was a small restaurant located on the corner of two streets and the sound of chattering and laughter was audible from a street away. Chairs and tables lingered out the front of the restaurant, the bright lights of the restaurant gave an almost halo like appearance. The small restaurant was made with walls of a dark brown, an almost black, along with large glass windows circling around the restaurant. A wooden sign hung over the entrance of the restaurant reading 'The Garden of Eden', written in white cursive writing, the sign was surrounded by green vines.

I almost laughed when I read the sign, thinking that Zac was only exaggerating when he was calling the restaurant the Garden of Eden.

"Argh! Isn't it beautiful?" Zac spoke when we stood at the front. I watched his eyes glisten as he looked over the restaurant with appreciation. "I want to be married and buried here, okay guys? Make my wishes come true." Making us all laugh.

"Too bad you weren't born here," Emmett said making Zac look at him in shock.

"If only!" he laughed.

Wide steps lead to the large front door, which Emmett opened for all of us and I thanked him as I walked past.

"Hey beautiful!" Zac spoke, walking up to a woman and gave her a kiss on the cheek. The small pang of jealously rose in my chest, until I noticed her swollen belly.

"What are you doing working? You should be at home with your feet propped up," Zac spoke with affection laced within his voice.

"You're too kind, Zac," she smiled at him. Her strawberry blonde hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail, only leaving a fringe to hang on her delicate round face. She wore a dark grey uniform that was very tight around her midsection.

"What are you doing here tonight, it's not Tuesday?" She laughed.

"We're celebrating the arrival of our new roommate!" Zac declared, looking over to me which made her gaze look over towards me.

"Oh! She's stunning," she smiled at me. "Hi, I'm Tracey, I'll be your waiter tonight and probably every Tuesday for the rest of your life," she laughed again, it was a nervous laugh but one that made everyone smile around her.

"So, just the usual tonight?" She looked over at all of us.

"Yes, please!" Zac spoke, cheerfully.

"Okay, well find a table and make yourself comfortable. It should be ready in fifteen minutes, give or take," she smiled a broad smile at all of us, brushing Emmett's shoulder as she walked past to go towards the kitchen.

We found a table next to the window, large enough for the four of us. Once I sat down, I placed my handbag on the back of my chair. Zac sat in front of me, Emmett to my left and Burney to my right.

"So, you come here every Tuesday?" I asked, not to anyone in particular.

"Yep!" Zac replied almost immediately while fiddling with his napkin.

"It's the only night that we all have off." Burney responded. "It started off as a once a month type of thing, but we liked it so much that we kept coming back," he laughed.

Tracey came back then with a bottle of red wine and four red wine glasses and placed them in front of us all and we thanked her individually when she poured us a glass of wine each.

"I would like to make a toast," Zac spoke with his glass raised in the air.

"Oh no," Emmett said making us all laugh.