Olive garden

"Huh?" I realized I was still frowning and straightened my face into a smile. "Oh, yeah, sorry. I'm just...thinking. But I'm just being a downer." I paused for a moment and switched to a lighter subject. "Hey I was wondering...I mean if you want to...I was thinking of asking for a quest and wondering if you wanted to go with me?" I blushed.

My eyes widened. "Really? Y-you truelly want to? I mean...seriously?" My heart fluttered with excitement as my mind went over plans.

I blushed. "Well, that's good." I bit my lip while smiling and thought about how much I wanted to hug him, but the table would have made it awkward. "I just need one more person, but I don't know who else actually doesn't hate me."

I laughed. "No one who knew you could hate you,"

I smiled and laughed a little. "I guess. Well, in that case you should know. My mother sent me out here to camp because she didn't want me to get hurt. Can you believe it? Me. Getting hurt. I mean, SHE is the mortal after all. So I came out here, nearly died, yelled at people, fought, and then met you."

I laughed.

I laughed as well. The waitress returned with our drinks and asked if we were ready. "Uh, yes. I'll have the Madarin Spring salad with Thousand Island dressing, please."

"I'll have the seafood portachino,"

The waitress left with our orders. I took a sip of my drink. "I think I'm a Cocacolaholic." I giggled, sending bubbles in my Coke.

I laughed and took a sip of my own drink. "I agree with you there,"

I smiled and looked up at him. "Are you enjoying yourself so far?"

Relieved he thought the same, I replied, "Me too! We should do this again sometime."

I smiled slyly. "It's a date, then?" I blushed as soon as I said it, but kept my crooked smile.

I giggled. The waitress returned with our orders. I thanked her and started to pick my salad with my fork.

I began to wolf down my food. I hadn't eaten in over three days

I looked up to see Jim devouring his plate. I stifled a smile. "Are...are you hungry?"

"I-I haven't eaten in like three days," I smiled

"Why not?" I said intrigued. I rested my elbow on the table and cupped my head in my hand. I stuffed a lettuce leaf and an orange in my mouth.

"Adrian wouldn't let me," I replied simply, stuffing a breadstick in my mouth

"Wouldn't let you?" I took another bite of an orange and a sip of Coke to wash it down.