Gabriella

It was 11:03 by the time we reached Quincella's, and I was beat from focusing so hard on driving and it was even harder when Mack and Annabelle wouldn't shut up. I was glad that they were having fun though. I grabbed my sisters license and the money and locked the doors with a satisfied "click".

We pushed open the elegant doors of Quincella's, the atmosphere hitting us immediately. It was Italian themed, and it sure felt like it too. There were two massive wood ovens in the back of the oven, each had a giant monster head over them so the oven looked like it was the mouth. It smelled like a giant mix between pasta, pizza and Quincella's famous sauce.

Annabelle, Mack and I all stood in awe of the place when a server came up to us. "Do you have a reservation?" She asked me, clearly bored and tired.

"Yeah, Eliza, party of three." I smiled. Annabelle and Mack gave me a confused look. "What?" I asked. "It's my sister's name, in case they need to look at my license." I gave them a duh look. Annabelle and Mack looked at each other, and then finally got it.

"Right this way," The grumpy server forced a clearly fake smile and led us to a table in the back if the room.

"Thank you." Annabelle grinned, signaling the waitress it was time for her to leave.

"I'll be back with menus." The waitress sighed and hurried away.

"Well then," Mack remarked, making me Annabelle crack up.

"Someone's not getting a tip," I said. Annabelle and Mack both went into little giggle fits, crashing into each other and falling into their seats.

After calming down, Annabelle spoke. "I can't believe we're in Quincella's!" She exclaimed.

"Whatcha all getting?" I asked them, looking down at the gold-fabric lined menus the waitress had just returned with.

"I don't know, there's too much to choose from!" Annabelle said, while not really paying attention, but looking around and taking in the atmosphere.

"I'm getting pizza." Mack declared as she folded her menu and threw it in the center of the table. Annabelle went in after her and tilted the menu so it was straight. I just stifled a laugh.

"Okay," Annabelle turned back to her menu when she saw the waitress approaching. "I really gotta decide." She bit her lip and started fumbling through the pages.

I couldn't decide what to get myself. I finally settled on angel hair spaghetti and meatballs with a side of bread and oil. After a lot of "ums" and "uhhs", Annabelle finally decided on a grilled chicken marinated in Italian dressing with cavatappi noodles. After taking our order, the rude waitress sighed and walked off. Then, a grown man's voice came over the intercom.

"Would the owner of the black Toyota SUV please come to the front desk?" The color drained from my face. "Again, would the owner of the black Toyota SUV please come to the front desk?" I wasn't sure if I looked like a ghost or a tomato. Slowly, I grabbed my (sister's) drivers license out of my pocket and handed the stack of cash to Mack.

"In case I'm not back in time for the check," I whispered in her ear with a deathly afraid voice as I walked out to the car.