Page 28 of Welcome to the Heart Of A Maniac
We road for a couple more minutes ’til we ended up at Gold Rosé. I’ve heard of the restaurant before, but I’ve never eaten here. It wasn’t really my style.
Maniac shut the car off and got out. He opened the back door for me and waited ’til I got out and shut the door behind me.
“Hold up,” he said as I stepped up on the curb. I turned and faced him, and he was standing at the trunk of the car. He opened it and said, “Thanks for the ride.”
I saw a man’s head poke out and when he turned around, I gasped. It’s Jab. “I’m so sorry,” I apologized on the behalf of Maniac. He gripped me by the forearm and pulled me toward the door.
“Don’t ever apologize for shit I did. I ain’t sorry,” he said and opened the door to the restaurant.
Soon as we stepped inside, we were met by the hostess. “Two?” she asked as she gathered the menus.
“Yeah,” Maniac answered for us.
“Right this way, Mr. Saint-Mercier,” she said and stepped from behind the booth.
We followed her toward the back of the restaurant and into one of the rooms. There weren’t that many tables back here. Maybe six at the most. I’m not understanding why we weren’t out there dining with everyone else. We were the only people in here.
“Your server will be with you soon,” she made known and placed the menus on the table in front of us and then walked off.
I stared over at Maniac who didn’t even bother to touch his menu. He gawked at me and licked his lips.
Picking up the menu, I turned my attention to it to see what I wanted to drink. “Have you heard anything about my truck yet?” I questioned him, keeping my eyes trained on the menu. Looking at him made me uncomfortable.
“No. I’m still working on it,” was his response.
“I don’t think I’m gon’ get it back.” All the hope I had in getting my truck back was gone. If it’s been missing this long, it’s probably not even in the city anymore let alone the state. What angers me is the fact that sometimes, it doesn’t even be wanting to start for me, but it started up for them to steal it. Out of all the vehicles in the parking lot, they chose my truck. I’m sure there were some nice cars out there that they could’ve taken. I can’t stand when they mess with people who works hard for their things.
“You’ll get it back,” he assured me, but I wasn’t so sure of that anymore.
“Can I get you two started with something to drink?” the waitress asked when she approached the table.
“I’ll just have a glass of white wine,” I told her and searched the menu for something that I wanted to eat. Everything was so expensive, hence, why the restaurant wasn’t my cup of tea. I knew my tax bracket and stayed within my means.
“Remy on the rocks,” Maniac told her.
“I’ll be right back unless y’all already know what you want to order.”
Looking up at her, I said, “I need a few more minutes.”
“Just come back,” Maniac spoke, and she nodded.
Once she was gone out of the room, I finally spoke, “Why is the food so expensive here?”
“Why you looking at the price?” He relaxed back in his chair and folded his arms over his chest as he mugged me as if my question was an insult.
“I’m sorry, but it’s something that I’m used to doing when I’m paying for something.”
“Ain’t nobody said anything ’bout you paying for shit. Whenever you with me, yeen got no reason to be touching yo’ purse. In fact, all you need is yo’ lip gloss and ID. Get what you want and stop looking at the fucking price.”
Excuse me.
Turning my attention back to the menu, I stopped on the stuffed chicken and decided that’s what I wanted to try. You can’t go wrong with chicken.
The waitress came back with our drinks and placed them on the table. “Are you ready to order now?”
“I’ll take the stuffed chicken with the loaded potatoes and asparagus.” Shutting the menu, I handed it over to her.
She turned her attention to Maniac. “The parmesan crusted lamb chops and mashed potatoes,” he told her, not ever looking at the menu, which let me know that he’s been here quite a few times.
