I ring the doorbell again and the door opens but I'm not thrown in. The woman from earlier opens the door and welcomes us in.

I raise an eyebrow at her calm nature but I brush it off, knowing that I was just used to Danny's hyper personality. We walk in and I see that Danny has a dress on. A rose colored cocktail dress and matching shoes.

"Wow... Danny, I'm so used to you wearing T-shirt and jeans. You look amazing." I say, smiling. She blushes. "Thanks, Jamie."

I look up at Thomas and smile. We were both wearing suits. Just old ones that we had found in our closets.

"Okay, let's go."

***

I walk in and my surroundings hit me like a truck. I gulp and the waiter takes us to a table.

Everything was insanely posh. Candles in the middle of white cloth covered tables, people dressed even better than us. This place was like wine and cheese tasting, if it was a building.

We sit down and I take a deep breath, grabbing the menu. I finally decide and put it down, waiting for the waiter.

"You okay, James? You look nervous." Danny says worriedly.

I nod. "I'm good. Haven't been to a restaurant like this in a while." I say, fiddling with my hands under the table. She nods and takes a drink of the red wine we had already been served.

"You okay?" Thomas mutters at me. I nod and grab his hand. He squeezes mine and I smile.

***

I had long since calmed down and I was having a great time. I had been messing with Thomas the entire time, putting my hand on his leg and whispering things in his ear. I could tell it was getting to him so I didn't stop.

I put my hand on his thigh and drum my fingers. Thomas flinches and I chuckle, pulling my hand away. "So how long have you been together?" I ask the couple before me.

"A few months." Charlie answers, brushing a strand of red hair from her face.

I smile and nod. "Cute. You guys are perfect for each other, that's all I have to say."

They smile. "You too." Danny says, pointing at us.

"Well, anyways, I have to go. I'll be right back." I say.

"Where you going?" Charlie asks me. Thomas looks up at me and I wink, making his eyes go wide and he looks down at his plate.

"Restroom." I say, walking off.

Thomas's POV

I quickly return my attention to Charlie and Danny. "So... This place is nice. What's the name?" I ask. The waiter from before suddenly appears, refilling Charlie's glass of wine.

"Phillip's Palace." He answers in a French accent. He gives Charlie the sexy eyes and she smiles back awkwardly.

"Hey, stay off my girlfriend." I growl, looking over at Danny. Her gaze tears from the waiter and over to me.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I just couldn't help myself around this... Beautiful flower." He places a hand on her shoulder but I shove him, making him fall to the floor with a thud.

"I said, stay away from her!" I shout, standing in between him and Charlie.

"Okay, okay. Jesus." His French accent has disappeared and has been replaced with an American one.

The man stands and walks off and soon Jamie walks up again.

"What'd I miss?"