Teen Life ~ Remastered

She just smiled at that, wrapping her arms around him from behind to stay on securely.

He rode off, bringing her to a restaurant in the low part of town, it was nothing fancy but it looked cosy. "I know it's not what you're used to."

"Sshh, we aren't having conversations like this again. Not after how it went last time." She whispered.

He nodded, and he parked the bike, taking off his helmet and taking it with them as he lead her inside.

She took off her own and folllwed alongside him

He led her inside and it was still cosy on the inside as it was on the outside. He had obviously been here before, because the minute he walked in, people who both worked and dined there recognised him and they were shown to a table in the back.

She quietly followed, sitting herself down. Grimacing at how the peoples facial expressions changed when they saw her.

Cohen ignored them, looking through the menu.

"I'm not comfortable," She whispered.

He looked at her and then around. As he looked around people looked away.

Anastasia sighed at that, whispering, "I'm not making it up, they were staring."

"I know they were." He told her.

"That's why I don't come to places like this often, just so you know... Not because I think high of myself but because I- I don't like all eyes on me." She whispered, picking up a menu and looking through it.

"Take it as a compliment." He suggested. "Act like you're a star, someone so famous people are shocked to see them."

She shook her head in the negative, mumbling so quietly she was barely heard; "You don't get it. Plenty of things I dont get too; I just don't like it. Just telling you I don't like it since you seem to want to get to know me."

"And I merely. Offered a suggestion for how to cope with it." He told her. "I appreciate that you don't like it." He told her. "Would you like to leave?"

"I don't need suggestions for things I've dealt with all my life. I don't like suggestions, I like understanding. No point us getting to no each other if you just suggest instead of listen." She mumbled. "Yeah. Lets leave."

He sighed, realising that she probably going to listen to his explanations so he got up and picked up his jacket.

"Can we just go get a takeaway instead?"

"Any specific type?" He asked. "What's your favourite?"

"Cheesey chips. Garlic sauce."

He nodded. "Good choice." He told her as he brought them back to his bike. "Prefer chilli sauce myself."

"Oh no, I don't like spicy stuff."

"Okay, something new we've both learnt, spicy food is off the menu for you."

Anastasia laughed quietly at that, "And it is on the menu for you."