Food, finally

[Note]

"So, you ready to eat?"

Note looked at her and smiled, put his absent hand up to his chin. Acting like he was thinking. She knew very well that he was ready to eat. He was always ready to eat, it was just how he was. He dropped his hand and walked into Johnson's.

There were a few tables empty, on by the window, another in a dark corner, and two others, one by the wall, and one in the middle of the room. Note was never good at making quick decisions so he turned to Starsage.

"Whea you wanna sit?" he asked looking around the room. A smell coming from the kitchen caught his attention. His stomach growled and he moved his hand over it. He laughed quietly, trying not to interrupt the other eaters.

"You'd better chose fast too." He said looking down at his stomach with an expressionless face.

[Note]

Note smiled and put his arm around his stomach where she had poked him. He looked down at the table she sat at, then looked out the window. He figured she would pick this table, she always had to know what was going on around her. His now absent hand felt cold without her warm hand protecting it. He rubbed it on his pants as he sat down.

"You ever eaten here before?" he asked examining the restaurant. It looked nice enough, and he had just won a ton of money on a bet. Well, more money than he was used to having in his pockets. Two dollars, of course, he had to spend some of it for different things, but he still had some.

"What do you want to eat?" he asked, seeing a waitress walking towards them.

[Note]

"Yeah, they got some good stuff."

Note nodded and followed her example in looking at the menu. There were many things that sounded good to him. But, now that they were there he didn't know what he wanted.

I'll just have a sandwich and a soda..." "What 'bout you?"

Note put the menu down slowly, trying not to make any noise. He looked up as the waitress came to them.

"What'll youse two be havin' tanight?" she asked smiling. She was very pretty, Note thought, and for a waitress was very well groomed. Note looked at Starsage, feeling like he wasn't paying her enough attention and frowned.

"Two sandwiches, and two sodas." He smiled at the waitress as she jotted down their orders. He looked at Starsage again, to make sure his request was correct.

[Note]

Note looked at her with eyes narrowed. "Whats wrong?" he asked, he knew something was wrong, just not what it was. He could always tell that about everyone, it could sometimes be a bad thing though. Most of the people he confronted about it had gotten mad at him.

He followed her gaze out the window and watched the passer byes walking along the streets and sidewalks. He watched as a couple pushed a baby carriage and smiled over each other. That was what he wanted, a family. Someday he would get that family, and have a good job, and a house fit for his wife.

He only hoped that day would come soon. He could see himself with Starsage, but they hadn't even been friends for long before he started liking her. He wondered if she thought about the same things.

[Note]

"Nothings wrong, why?"

Note raised one eyebrow and looked at her. He wasn't believing her. He could tell something wasn't right. Note picked up his drink and took a swig. Then set it down at looked at her. He ignored her question and produced another.

"What do you think about families?" he asked looking back out the window. He tried to look back at her but was now embarrassed by what he had asked. She would probably think him silly.

"Ya know your kinda cute..."

Note looked at her and blushed. Now he didn't feel half as bad about his question. "So are you.." he said smiling.

[Note]

Uh, their nice...What are ya gettin' at?

Note blushed and looked down at the table. He grabbed a salt shaker and started dumping it out between Starsage and himself. He put the shaker down and started swiveling a finger in the salt. He thought her question over. Why did she have to ask him that?

"Well..." he paused, "What happened to your family. I mean, mine pretty much disowned me for doing the right thing. But I've still always wanted one." he said making a smiley face in the salt. He looked up and smiled.

When she reached for his hand he jumped in his seat. Then looking at her, he laced his fingers between hers and grinned widely. He looked over to where the waiter had vanished with they're orders and frowned. He was starving.

"How hard is it to make a sandwich!?" he asked frantically. Then turning back to her he felt embarrassed. It wasn't like him to scream out at someone, especially in the middle of a restaurant. He looked out the window again, the couple with the baby were walking away.

[Note]

"Your so stupid..."

Note glared at her then looked at his deformed smiley face.. and frowned. Then he drew little X's where it's eyes used to be. He looked at Starsage again and narrowed his eyes.

"How do you sleep at night?" he asked sarcastically. He looked around the room, seeing an old bald guy siting behind Starsage he grinned mischievously. He wiped the salt over the side of the table and into his hand. Then took a drop of his coke and mixed it with the salt to make it form together.

"But why all this talk about families?" - "I'm sorry..."

Note looked at her square in the eyes, he enjoyed goofing around but this was a serious matter to him. He looked out the window again then looked over her head at the bald man. He took his little wet ball of salt and threw it at him. It hit right on the top of his head.

Note quickly turned his head away, looking out the window. He leaned on the table with his elbow and placed his chin in his hand. Looking completely innocent. The man spun around looking for the one who had targeted him.

Note looked at Starsage and answered her question. "I guess," he said, "I miss mine. My father always told me to grow up and make a family, but how am I supposed to do that with no money?" he asked now frustrated. "Especially since I don't inherit all those thousands of dollars he gets!" Note sighed dramatically and looked up at the man. Holding back a smile he grabbed a napkin and handed it to him.