"It has been almost thirty minutes, where are they?"

I shrugged.

Frowning, Seth asked, "Maybe call again?"

I growled, "It has just been a few minutes since I last called."

"Yeah, who knows what has happened since then!"

"Seth, no offence, but please shut up."

Seth pursed his lips, but fell silent, turning to his phone.

Thank God. Where are they, though?

Maybe Seth is right.

Groaning a little under my breath, I called a waiter over to the booth Seth and I sat in, then ordered a coke. After she had brought it over, I began sipping it as I alternated between scrolling through my phone and glancing at the entrance to the room.

An eternity later (really just a few minutes), they finally arrived. I let out a small breath.

I nudged Seth, nodding towards the doorway. He glanced up in that direction, then his face brightened.

He wove, yelling, "Hey girls! We're over here!"

The girls he'd been referring to, Nabila and Aimee, walked over to us.
Once they reached us, Nabila said, "Hi guys. Sorry we're late, the traffic was really something else today."

Aimee nodded, looking at me. "Yeah. Though to be honest, when you asked to plan my birthday party, I wasn't expecting it to happen here. Well, it's not much of a party, since Seth is the only other guest here."

Seth let out a mock gasp, clutching his chest. "You mean I'm not enough for you?"

"Please, you know you're all I need baby."

"Careful, Angelo might start getting a little jealous!"

I rolled my eyes. "Sure."

To Aimee, I said, "I never told you I was planning a party, I just said I was making plans for your birthday. Besides, you never asked me to plan a party for you."

She huffed, "Because I assumed it was obvious I wanted one."

"How was I supposed to know?"

"You mean apart from the fact that I literally mentioned how excited I was for my birthday party this year?"

"That's not explicitly saying I should plan one. Anyways, if it's any consolation, you look great."

She was quite underdressed compared to Nabila, who wore tight-fitting jeans and a hoodie, considering her outfit consisted of a dark mini-skirt, knee high boots, and a tank top.

"Flattery will get you nowhere."

"Hey, I'm just stating a fact." Smirking, I outstretched my arms to her, "Would you prefer a hug instead?"

"Don't you dare touch me."

She shoved lightly at my chest, her lips tugging up slightly. "Scooch over. You're not out of the dog pound just yet."

Seth made a retching noise, clutching his stomach. "Ugh, you both need to get a room!"

Nabila giggled, settling down beside him. "Right?"

I replied, "Considering I'm the one who paid so that we can have the room to ourselves, maybe it's you both who need to find yourselves a room."

Seth grinned. "If you weren't the one paying for my food, I gladly would!"

"Well since that's the case, I guess you'll have to put up with this."

Aimee turned my face towards hers, pecking me on the lips.

Seth gagged again. "I think I just lost my appetite."

I grinned. "Looks like that's one less person's bill I'm covering."

"Oh wow what do you know, I just found it again!"

I rolled my eyes as Aimee slid in beside me.

Apart from us and the waitresses, there was no one else in the room - I had bought it out for the night. A waitress came over, taking our orders.

After she left, Seth grinned. "By the way Aimee, I brought you a present."

Aimee perked up. "Really? What is it?"

"Yeah," I frowned, "What is-"

I groaned when I saw him bring out the object he had kept under the table when we'd arrived there that evening.

So that's what the guitar was for!

"Okay Seth, I think you can send her a recording of-"

Seth thrummed the strings. cutting me off.

He winked at Aimee. "This is for you, señorita."

Aimee cooed, "Aww!"

I said, "Seth, is this really necess-"

He began strumming the guitar, singing 'Happy Birthday' at the top of his lungs, his voice not too far from the sound of a chalk scratching on a blackboard.

I groaned, sticking my fingers in my ears. Even Aimee, who was smiling, winced.

Barely a second after the hands had gone into my ears, Nabila yanked them out. "Don't be rude!"

"Oh please, you can't tell me that this sounds good to you!"

"It's - it's not bad."

"Not bad? Would you like your husband to sing like this on your wedding day?"

"Well... it's the thought that counts!"

Seth paused, glaring at Nabila. "Wow."

She grinned sheepishly. "I'm trying to defend you!"

"Whatever." Seth sulked as he slid back into his seat. "Y'all clearly just don't know talent when you hear it."

I scoffed. "Are you serious-"

Aimee stepped on my toes. "You tell 'em, Seth!"

Notice how she didn't encourage him to continue.

She looked at me. "Anyways, at least he got me something. Where's my gift?"

I rose an eyebrow. "You mean this dinner isn't enough?"

"Is that a joke?"

I scoffed, but my lips cracked into a smile. "I did get you something. I'll give it to you later."

"Hey, no fair!" Seth exclaimed. "I gave my gift in front of everyone here!"

"Ok, and? Who forced you to do that?"

Nabila shook her head. "Seth has a point. Why can't you give yours now?"

"How is that any of your business? Besides, I don't see you giving any gift."

"That's 'cause I already gave mine earlier."

"It's true," Aimee said, "Bila baked me this really delicious cake-"

"Well then, I baked you a cake as well, it's just not here at the moment."

Aimee scoffed. "You baked me a cake? First of all, if that's true, you probably got Pierre to do it for you. And even if you did it yourself, I certainly don't want it!"

"Wow. What happened to 'it's the thought that counts'?"

"Yes, because I'm sure that'll help when I'm in the ER getting my stomach pumped! Look, just admit that you didn't get me a gift-"

"I did-"

"So why don't you wanna give it to me now?"

"Because-" My face warmed. "It's private."

"Does birthday sex count as a gift?"

I glared at Seth. "Shut the-"

I paused, then took a few deep breaths.

Calm down, there's no need to lash out.

After my heartbeat had slowed, I turned back to Aimee and mumbled, "Alright. I didn't want to give this to you here, but whatever."

I reached into the pocket of my hoodie, pulling out a black box.

Nabila gasped.

I paused, rolling my eyes at her. "Calm down, no one is getting proposed to."

Aimee sighed. "Thank goodness, 'cause that would have been one awkward conversation. I'm guessing that's jewelry though."

I looked down at the box, avoiding her eyes. "Y- yeah, it is."

Before I could open the box, Nabila shrieked, "Don't open it, let her open it herself! Wait, lemme put my camera on record-"

My head snapped up, facing her as my face burned. "Hell no, you are not recording this!"

"Oh, but I'm sure Aimee would like to be able to look back at this moment in the future, right Aimee?"

Aimee shrugged. "That would be nice."

I protested, "That's what her memory is for!"

Nabila waved me off, pointing her phone at me. "It wouldn't be exact! Now, continue!"

"But-"

"Hurry up, you're keeping the waitresses waiting!"

Sure enough, two waitresses were standing nearby, with our food in their hands. There were smiles fixed on their faces as they watched us.

Groaning, I turned back to Aimee, who was giggling. "You're loving this, aren't you?"

"Well, a little."

"Glad to hear that. Anyways, here's my gift to-"

"Wait!" Nabila shrieked. "On second thoughts, take it out of the box and place it on her."

For what felt like the millionth time that night, I groaned. "Is that really necessary?"

"Of course it is! Also Seth, a little music please? Something romantic?"

Seth, who looked like he was trying to burst from containing his laughter, nodded. "You got it!"

He picked up his guitar and began strumming a slow melody.

"Thank you. Now Angelo, go!"

Sighing, I opened the box, pulling out the item inside.

Aimee's gasped as she saw it. "Woah!"

I rose up the piece of jewelry, which was a necklace, in my hand. In the center of it's lace of gold lay an emerald, onto which the letters 'J' was studded in diamonds.

"I- I wanted to get you something that kinda represents the way we met. So, uh, as you may guess, the 'J' stands for Juliet-"

"Aww!"

My face burned even hotter at Nabila and the two waitresses' expressions.

"You know what, fuck this! Can I just place this around your neck so we can all get on with dinner?"

Aimee's eyes glimmered. "I suppose so."

With shaking fingers, I slid it over her head. Granted, I had to force it down a bit, but it went relatively smoothly.

Letting out a large breath, I turned back to everyone else. "There, can we now eat?"

Nabila exclaimed, "Wait, you haven't kissed her yet! How are you going to give her something so beautiful without even kissing her?"

Jesus, what is wrong with this girl?

Groaning, I gave Aimee a quick peck. "There, are you happy?"

"What was that? A little more passion please!"

"At this point, I'm fully convinced that you're building up to trying to convince us to film a porn video."

Nabila scrunched her face. "Eww, no!"

Seth grinned. "Right here? Kinky. I didn't know you're that type of girl, Nabila."

She put her phone in her pocket, exclaiming, "I'm not! You know what, let's just eat!"

The waitresses placed down our orders, and Nabila quickly occupied herself with hers.

Before I could reach for mine, Aimee took my hand, squeezing it. "Thank you," she muttered.

My skin grew warm. "Yeah."

Really, that's all you can say?

I quickly occupied myself with my order as well.

The rest of the dinner went smoothly. A waitress brought us a free plate of ribs because it was Aimee's birthday. The majority of the meal was filled with jokes, laughter, and embarassing comments (mostly from Nabila, because Seth decided that he'd taking a liking to embarrassing her).

After we were all satisfied, I sank into my seat and sighed. "Not to pat myself in the back or anything-"

Nabila rolled her eyes.

"-but this was great. We should head back to my place soon though. I ordered a cake."

Aimee beamed. "Great! We can have it when we get back from the club!"

I furrowed my brow. "We're going clubbing?"

"Yup, Nabila wants me to experience it."

"What? I never said that!"

Aimee winked at her. "Well consider it your second birthday present to me. We're going to have to have to go to my house first of course, so we can glam you up."

"So I can't even go like this?"

Seth replied, "Well, you can. You probably wouldn't find any good dick though."

Nabila's eyes widened, then she kicked him. "Shut up!"

"Ow, what?"

Before they could continue their banter, I interrupted. "So am I supposed to wait up for you until you get back?"

Aimee rolled her eyes. "Yes daddy, I wouldn't be too late."

"Hmm, 'daddy' eh-"

I shut Seth a look and he zipped his mouth shut, still grinning.

"Or you could come with us. Take your pick."

I pretended to consider the options. "Hmm, I don't know, I am pretty tired..."

"Well then, go to bed! I'm sure Nabila can keep off any random hot guys who may want to grind-"

I stood up, sliding out of the booth. "What time should I be ready?"

The others followed suit.

Aimee linked her hand with mine, grinning. "About an hour from now will be fine. Be a darling and drop Nabila and I off at my place, would you?"

Smirking, I dropped my hand and smacked her ass with it. "Anything for you love."

As Aimee giggled, Seth gagged. "Ugh, my poor innocent eyes."

I stopped in place, pulling Aimee to a stop as well. "Well, they're gonna be scarred even more."

I proceeded to make out with her for what felt like at least ten seconds, Seth making retching noises all the way as Nabila cooed.

I mean, they have something much more intimate on camera, so fuck it, I guess.
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