Post by Adara on Feb 25, 2014 6:41:52 GMT
It had been about the third time the pop star's heels had clicked their way into this restaurant. Mainly because she found herself to be very fond of the relaxed formal scene, and without much worry of anyone really recognizing her in any such attire. Not only that, but she found the food to be delectable. Well, as delectable as one can get after stepping foot in the restaurant three times in a row. The black pumps helped heighten her small stature to fit rather fittingly with that of Decan's size. The hair matched, for she had changed it back to her black color and was now a perfect doll for that of an Asian porcelain.
A strangely warm smile was on her features when the host took them towards their reserved table in the far corner where mostly the glass view surrounded them. "Thank you" she said towards the host who sat them, while a flick of her hair backwards whilst sitting had her sighing happily. "It's only been a few months and look where we've gotten Decan" she said leaning her head in her hands, "With a newly funded concert ready to go and actual English songs..." pausing once more, she looked down with knitted brows.
"I do hope they like my music" she said in afterthought, but it changed whenever the waitress came to take their order. A bottle of aged wine, and appetizers were ordered, but the way the waitress eyed Decan put Adara's good mood to the dark hole, turning sour. Pursed lips, and dark muddy brown eyes glared after the waitresses overly happy mood towards Decan, and even the light touch to his shoulder had her scowling, and glaring at Decan for not even noticing. When she finally left to take the order and shove it, Adara made a soft growling sound, "If she touches you one more time, I'm breaking her skinny little neck" though the words were said under her breath, she meant every word of it, and accentuated it more, when she crossed her legs, turned sideways to face the view and lifted the wine glass to her lips. The hard stare outside was even more convincing as to how pissed she was, in fact, it was fuming off her in smoke swirls.
