With shoes now on, you stepped out of your front door and locked it, then walked out from under the porch and spread your wings to take flight.
“So where are we going?” you asked Hawks as you both took off into the sky.
“Nest,” he said with a grin.
“I should have guessed,” you said with amusement, “I’ve only ever been there once with a friend- girl, friend, who has teleportation quirk. It’s a bit of an exclusive restaurant.”
“Well… if you can’t fly it’s a problem,” Hawks replied cheekily, “but that’s no issue for us.”
You shook your head with a chuckle.
‘Nest’ was, as you probably expected, up in the foliage of an extremely large banyan tree. An exclusive restaurant, only available to those who could get up there without the aid of ladders or ropes.
If you could get up to the restaurant without assistance, then you could dine there- simple.
Many people bought items that would help them fly up there, and that was allowed- as long as you didn’t drink too much, because they wouldn’t let you fly back down again if you were drunk and you would be charged for loitering in a public space. A bit harsh, but that’s how they kept their bookings to a minimum.
It was a short flight to the restaurant and Hawks had already made a reservation- no surprises there.
“Welcome, Mr and Mrs Hawks,” the waiter greeted you both and you shot Hawks a look- which he returned with a wink.
There was no end to the flirtatiousness of this mothertrucker.
“So I’m Mrs Hawks already? Even before our first official date,” you commented to him once you had been seated.
He pushed back on the the back legs of the chair letting the front ones hang off the ground while giving you a smirk.
“Well, I can’t do anything predictable now, can I? Where’s the fun in that?” he asked cheekily.
“Your only predictable thing is unpredictability,” you replied, thanking the waiter as he bought your drink to you.
It took you a second before you realized that you had been handed your usual drink order without even placing an order in the first place and you looked down at it, then up at the disappearing waiter, then across to Hawks for an explanation.
“How did???” you asked, looking at the drink in your hand.
“Oh, I just did some calling around to the restaurant you frequent and asked what you would usually order. When they all say the same drink it makes it much easier,” he quipped smuggly, pleased with himself for having pulled such a stunt.
You were impressed, but you didn’t want to tell him that! That would stroke his ego all the way to the top so you shrugged and placed the straw between your lips then took a sip.
“If you’re so clever, what have you ordered for dinner then?” you asked, after drink a little.
Hawks smirked and stretched his hands up behind his head to support it while delivering his next line.
“Well… you eat food on rotation. Every 3 weeks you like to eat at one certain restaurant, then the other weeks in between you choose either one of two other places… this week makes it week 7 so I’ve chosen a dish similar to the one you would have chosen from the other restaurant close to your place.”
“If he has ordered correctly I’m gonna scream,” you thought, your mind pulling up the image of the dish you had been craving this week.
Lo and behold, the waiter walked out from the kitchen, carrying the dish you were imagining and placed it down in front of your shocked gaze.
“I….” You looked up at Hawks, “ok. I’m gonna give credit where credit is due. How on earth?!”
“I know what you like,” he said, dropping the chair down onto all fours again and leaning forwards on the table to give you one of his best gazes, “didn’t I tell you I knew how to please you?”
You would have loved to have put some food in your mouth, but the butterflies that suddenly invaded it from the portals of your adrenaline pumped veins, beat you to it, and decided to flutter around in there for a bit while he held eye contact.
“I’d reply, but I’m kinda lost for words,” you finally admitted.
He grinned happily and sat back.
“Now for my food,” he said with a childlike look in his eye.
“What are you getting?” you asked, tentatively getting some food on your fork.
“Chicken!” he said brightly and you burst out laughing.
“How can you go from one end of the spectrum to the other so quickly?” you asked.
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“Sexy to cute,” you said, and this time your blunt comment made him stop for a second.
“You think I’m cute?” he asked.
Your face flushed.
“Well… yeah, I do,” you replied bashfully.
Just then your feathers ruffled and you looked up out the window nearby, your sudden shift of attention drawing Hawks attention too and he nodded.
“Yeah,” he whispered, still staring out the window into the night.
“Want me to evacuate the civilians?” you asked, sensing that danger was close by and that a fight was going to break out.
“Probably best to,” he said as he stood up and flicked his wings out.
You jumped up and ran behind him, facing the tables of patrons there with your back to his.
“Everyone! Please leave immediately. This is an emergency,” you called loudly capturing the attention of everyone around you.
The light restaurant chatter died down and all eyes were on you. From behind you, you heard glass smashing and a loud screech.
“Eagle-Lion hybrid, your 6, my 12,” Hawks said back to you, “get everyone out, your 12.”
“Got it,” you said with a firm head nod, “I’ll lead them out, hold hybrid off for me,” you said back to him quickly.
“Got it. Go!” he replied smartly, jumping forwards to detain the sudden foe while you shot forwards towards the windows at the opposite side of the restaurant.
“Everyone here has some kind of winged quirk or support item,” Your keen eyes pinpointed everyone in a split second, then you focused on the window ahead, “smashing this will give everyone a straight exit.”
Bracing and closing your eyes, you threw your arms up across your face to shield you and hurled yourself at the glass, using your forearms and elbows to smash a way through.
Most of the people there had seen the hideous creature crash through the other window and so wanted to get out and away as soon as possible so you didn’t need to coax them to leave. When you looked back you saw a parade of patrons leaving through the smashed window behind you.
You flicked your wings out and banked hard to the right to circle back and yell directions to the rapidly exiting customers, who were all out and away very quickly.
Once everyone had left, you flew back in to help Hawks.
He had the hybrid creature under control and was taunting him around the restaurant while he flew backwards with his hands in pockets.
He caught sight of you from the corner of his eye and maneuvered the beast until it was between you and him- it’s capture imminent.
Grabbing a table cloth from nearby, you quickly attacked one of its wings and disabled it, while Hawks forced it back and pinned its other wing to the wall with his feathers.
“Call for back up!” he called to you, “we got him.”
It took a while for the police to get up to the restaurant but once they were there, you and Hawks handed over then stepped aside to talk.
“Sound we try for date 2.0?” Hawks asked you, “sorry we got interrupted. I wasn’t expecting a special appearance by….” You both looked at the Villain as it struggled and roared at the police.
“Me neither, but we made a great team,” you said honestly.
“I agree,” Hawks said with a smile, “want to come to my place tomorrow for our retry date?”
“Yeah. Sounds good,” you said with a smile.
“Hope you like chicken?” he said with a cheeky smile, “that’s the only thing I can cook.”
~ END ~