We rode silently to the restaurant, I’d gaze at her when I could, my heart still beating fast. I had no idea what to say, I was just so nervous and excited. I faintly heard the music playing through the speakers of her beautiful blue Saab; Michael Bublé was singing to us and I smiled.

"What are you thinking?"

"I didn’t take you for a jazz fan."

"My father loved jazz so I heard it all the time. He was a Billie Holiday fan. But I pretty much like everyhing," she said and pushed a button on her ipod and then I heard Katy Perry singing about kissing a girl and liking it. I blushed and laughed and she smiled, how fitting.

We reached a very nice restaurant downtown called Chez Zee and the butterflies returned to my stomach. She got the the front and two men opened our doors and Bette handed her keys to one of them and walked around the car. She grabbed her valet ticket and held her hand out to me. I placed mine in hers and she led me inside.

I had never been inside a restaurant so fancy, I’m glad I had the girls come dress me or else I would have stuck out like a sore thumb. The hostess greeted us and showed us to our table, everyone was so friendly. Walking to the table, I checked out the restaurant, I wondered if everyone knew I was an eighteen year old girl on her first date. But alas no one cared that I was there. I saw older men with younger women and older women with younger men. I even saw some gay and lesbian couples.

We sat and were given our menus, she ordered a glass of merlot and ordered me a glass of sparkling water. I was a bit embarrassed not being of age but she just smiled at me and I felt at ease. I looked at the menu and everything sounded amazing. I didn’t see a price on anything, if you have to ask, the thought ran through my head.

"A toast," she said lifting her glass and I lifted mine, "to us, the start of a beautiful relationship."

"To us," I repeated and we both sipped.