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Hayden nearly recoiled at the look at tone the hostess was sending her, but she stood her ground instead and scrunched her face up as she huffed out a breath. She told herself to not get angry though; no point in doing that, right? Especially not when they were trying to get a table at a restaurant that was obviously busy and was obviously usually booked ahead of time so that the people wanting to come here could get a table. She had half a mind to think that they weren't going to get a table at the place, and with that thought she turned to look at Jackson to suggest that they go somewhere else when he spoke up and opened his mouth.
They were celebrating something? Even she couldn't help but blink her eyes in confusion and raise her brows, wondering what the man had up his sleeve to get them into this place. It seemed like it would be unlikely to work; after all, the hostess seemed to be more of an uptight hard ass than Hayden wanted to think that most hostess were normally like, but having to work in a place like this had probably been more frustrating for the woman that most other hostess jobs. So maybe she could give the woman a little more leeway with her attitude. After all, they probably weren't the first people who came to the restaurant without a reservation, wondering if they could get a table and then trying to persuade the woman to let them have any open table.
Still, she was curious to see what Jackson was going to say, wondering if his advances were going to work. And, lo and behold, they actually did.
After the hostess had been passed the chip and said that, suddenly, a table had opened up for them, Hayden could do nothing but, again, blink her eyes as the woman turned away to lead them to a table. What the hell? Her eyes peered back up at Jackson, watching as that idiotic, and even charming, grin of accomplishment graced his lips. Well, wasn't he something... Her look of surprise slowly turned into one of pleasant happiness as they followed the hostess to their table, Hayden's eyes taking in every sight that she could. Now she was thankful for the dress she decided to wear that night--at least she didn't look under dressed.
Her eyes took in the food that was left on the plates of the people already served, her sight taking in the appearance of the aesthetics around the food and then the food itself. Unfortunately she wasn't able to get too good of a look at anything as they quickly weaved their way through the tables until they made it to their table. She instantly looked out the window they were presented with, her smile widening when she took a seat as she couldn't help but let out a little breath at the sight. It really was pretty to see the lights down on the ground. Her mind had only come back to the conversation when the mentioning of champagne had been brought up.
She snapped her head away from the window and looked from the hostess to Jackson, wondering, again, if all of this was really happening. How had she gotten lucky enough with this guy to be sitting in a place like this, about to be ready to be wined and dined without having to spend a penny of her own money? A part of her felt bad for that. A part of her felt like a free loader taking advantage of a guy that was too nice to say no to her. But, despite all that, she was still going to play along.
"Bring us your finest champagne," she said, turning her eyes to look at the hostess with a confident look as she straightened her back and squared her shoulders with a smooth smile. "A bottle of it, please." The hostess left with the nod of her head after a moment of her being gone, Hayden couldn't help but finally let out a laugh.
Her frame bent over the table slightly until she brought herself back upright to look at Jackson with a childlike grin. "Oh my God, I can't believe that actually worked!" She said in a bit of a hushed whisper as she leaned in a little closer to him. "I thought things like that only happened in the movies! You really are something else."
They were celebrating something? Even she couldn't help but blink her eyes in confusion and raise her brows, wondering what the man had up his sleeve to get them into this place. It seemed like it would be unlikely to work; after all, the hostess seemed to be more of an uptight hard ass than Hayden wanted to think that most hostess were normally like, but having to work in a place like this had probably been more frustrating for the woman that most other hostess jobs. So maybe she could give the woman a little more leeway with her attitude. After all, they probably weren't the first people who came to the restaurant without a reservation, wondering if they could get a table and then trying to persuade the woman to let them have any open table.
Still, she was curious to see what Jackson was going to say, wondering if his advances were going to work. And, lo and behold, they actually did.
After the hostess had been passed the chip and said that, suddenly, a table had opened up for them, Hayden could do nothing but, again, blink her eyes as the woman turned away to lead them to a table. What the hell? Her eyes peered back up at Jackson, watching as that idiotic, and even charming, grin of accomplishment graced his lips. Well, wasn't he something... Her look of surprise slowly turned into one of pleasant happiness as they followed the hostess to their table, Hayden's eyes taking in every sight that she could. Now she was thankful for the dress she decided to wear that night--at least she didn't look under dressed.
Her eyes took in the food that was left on the plates of the people already served, her sight taking in the appearance of the aesthetics around the food and then the food itself. Unfortunately she wasn't able to get too good of a look at anything as they quickly weaved their way through the tables until they made it to their table. She instantly looked out the window they were presented with, her smile widening when she took a seat as she couldn't help but let out a little breath at the sight. It really was pretty to see the lights down on the ground. Her mind had only come back to the conversation when the mentioning of champagne had been brought up.
She snapped her head away from the window and looked from the hostess to Jackson, wondering, again, if all of this was really happening. How had she gotten lucky enough with this guy to be sitting in a place like this, about to be ready to be wined and dined without having to spend a penny of her own money? A part of her felt bad for that. A part of her felt like a free loader taking advantage of a guy that was too nice to say no to her. But, despite all that, she was still going to play along.
"Bring us your finest champagne," she said, turning her eyes to look at the hostess with a confident look as she straightened her back and squared her shoulders with a smooth smile. "A bottle of it, please." The hostess left with the nod of her head after a moment of her being gone, Hayden couldn't help but finally let out a laugh.
Her frame bent over the table slightly until she brought herself back upright to look at Jackson with a childlike grin. "Oh my God, I can't believe that actually worked!" She said in a bit of a hushed whisper as she leaned in a little closer to him. "I thought things like that only happened in the movies! You really are something else."
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