Chapter 8: First Date (Part 3)
Tricia
Yo Soy La Princessa, La Del Cuento De Adas…(Translation: I’m That Princess, From The Fairy Tales…)
The air was chilly, and the stars were bright. There was no car outside, nothing.
Curious, I asked, “Where are we going? Are we walking?” He chuckled sofly, “Nope. We are wishing ourselves there.”
I smirked, “Oh really?” He said, “Yeah. Hold my hand, the wish will get us both there.” I was nervous. I had never traveled using my gift and by the looks of it, he had.
He snapped his fingers. Everything went dark for about three seconds. Then, we were in a place I really didn’t recognize. I said, “Where are we Joe?” He said, “We’re taking aboat ride in ‘The City of Light’, Venice, Italy. Then, we have dinner reservations in the best restaurant in the world.”
This was really amazing, I couln’t believe he was going through all that trouble just for me. I said, “Which restaurant would that be?” He looked at me with a dazzling smile, “Why ‘El Bulli’ in Spain of course. I looked it up. It’s the best in the world.” Wait, if we are going to spain… “Do you speak spanish Joe?”
We walked the streets of Venice. He said, “Nah, but I will in Spain.” We got to the small port where there was a man wearing a red and white striped shirt just like on TV. Joe said, “After you m’lady.” He helped me get into the boat.
The boat ride through Venice was nice, everything was beautiful and the stars were shining bright. Before I knew it, the boat ride was over and we were once again walking the streets of Venice. It was really strange that Jonas fans weren’t following him. I wasn’t going to ask, but curiousity got the best of me, “Hey Joe, why have none of your fans recognized you?”
He laughed, “Tricia, Tricia, Tricia. Do you really think I didn’t have a plan?” I said, “How should I know?” He leaned in and whispered into my ear, “I made a wish. No one can recognize me now.” I said, “Wow. You use your gift a lot.” He said, “Not really. This started when I met you.” We walked into a dark alley. I said, “Can I do the honors?” He said, “Be my guest.” I wish we were outside ‘El Bulli’ in Spain. He slipped his hand into mine. Then, I snapped my fingers.
Joe
I’m Just Scared Of What You Think, You make Me Nervous So I really Can’t Eat…
We appeared right outside of ‘El Bulli’. We walked in and a waiter greeted us, “Buenas Tardes. Tienen reservacion?” (translation: Good Evening, Do you have a reservation?) I said, “Si, Una meza para dos porfavor.” (Translation: Yes, A table for two please.) The waiter opened the reservation book, “Nombre?” (translation: Name?) I responded, “Joseph Jonas.” The waited said, “Por Aqui porfavor.” (translation: Right this way please.) We followed him to a part of the restaurant where there weren’t many people. We sat down and the waiter gave us a menu. He left and a waitress walked toward us. She smiled big at me, “Buenas, Me llamo Andrea. Como les peudo ayudar? Que les gustaria comer hoy?” (translation: good evening, my name is Andrea. How may I help you? What would you like to eat today?) I noticed that she kept looking at me. I said, “Tricia, What would you like?”
The waitress looked as if she barely noticed Tricia was there. She kept looking at me. Tricia said, “A mi me gustaria comer ‘Paella Valeciana’” (T: I’d like to eat Paella Valenciana) I said, “Yo Tambien.” (T: Me too.) Then she walked away. Tricia said, “Did you see how she was looking at you? Do you think she recognized you?” I laughed, “No, if she had, she would’ve been all over me. Sticking to my side. Or she’d be screaming, telling everyone that I’m here.” She said, “Well, then I think she likes you.” She sounded jealous and there was some anger in her voice.
I said, “Come on Tricia. I’m here with you. Don’t worry about everything else. You are my only even if the sky is falling down.” Tricia smiled, “I’m sorry Joe.”
The waitress came back a few minutes later and gave us our plates, “Aqui tienen. Buen provecho.” (t: Here you go. Enjoy.) She didn’t leave. I really wanted her to leave so I said, “Asi estamos bien. Te llamare si te necesito.” (t: we’re ok. We’ll call you if we need your help.) I smiled at her. It seemed like she didn’t care that I was a little rude to her. She looked dazed and walked away. Tricia said, “You were rude to her and she didn’t mind.”
I said, “of course she didn’t. I’m exeedingly good-looking.” She said, “*cough* Conceited *cough*” I said, “I am not.” After a while we got comfortable and started talking, laughing, and making jokes. Time passed really fast. I said, “Its six in the morning here. So, Its nine at night over there.” She got up, “We should go.” I said, “Ok.” We walked into an alley once again and I wished us to the outside of Tricia’s house.
I snapped my fingeres and we were at her house. I said, “So, did you have good time?” She said, “Yes, I did.” She was blusing, she looked so beautiful in the moonlight and I was tempted to kiss her. I moved in slowly and pressed my lips against her soft lips. Her eyes widened and her lips stiffened, but after a few soeconds she got comfortable and kissed me back.
Then, the moment as over. She said nothing and went inside her house. I didn’t say anything either. We were both speechless. But I think she might be the one.
