Summer Love
Chapter 4
"Nonna, do you know what you
want?" I asked my grandmother as I looked up over my
menu.
She tapped her chin for a few seconds as I looked around at the
diner we were having breakfast in.
"French Toast." she finally replied, looking at
me.
Her thick Italian accent made the words close to being
undecipherable by anybody.
I nodded and looked back into the menu to figure out what I
wanted myself, just as our waiteress came back to our table.
"So, are you guys ready to order?" Our waitress, Diane,
said as she placed our drinks infront of each of us.
I nodded, and so did my nonna.
"I'll take a shortstack of pancakes, and she'll have
the french toast." I said to her, knowing there'd be no
way she could understand with her accent.
Diane quickly jotted down our orders, before thanking us and
asking for our menus.
"Thanks guys, I'll be back in a bit with your
food." she said, placing the menus under her arm and walking
away.
As we waited, my nonna asked me about school, and how I enjoyed
it, and what my plans were now that it was over.
Since I was a major in interior designing now, there wasn't
really much I could do but wait for the opportunity to come.
My mom did mention that one of her long-time friends'
daughter and her husband are rebuilding their entire first floor
and that she'd talk to them about it.
"So, who were we suppose to meet here again?" I asked
my nonna, searching around the entire diner.
Her eyes twinkled as she smiled at me, "Mia amica, and her
grandson."
Before I even got the chance to react, a woman, about the same
age as my nonna walked over to our table.
"Izzy!" she said, engulfing my nonna into a tight
squeeze.
It was so cute knowing my grandmother had so many friends around
here, and they acted the same way me and my best friend would
act.
"Dee, this is my granddaughter, Savannah." she
introduced me.
I smiled shyly, waving at the older woman in front of me.
"When you said she was a looker, I didn't think you
meant she was drop dead gorgeous!" Dee said to my nonna.
I felt my cheeks heat up, I'd never been referred to as that
before, it felt nice.
"Thank you," I said smally, as Dee took a seat next to
my nonna.
"Ethan should be here in a bit, there was practically no
parking in the lot!" Dee said, and I felt my stomach tighten
up.
Her grandson couldn't be-
"Here're your keys, Gramma," the same tall brunette
from the beach said, "Hey Isabelle."
He flashed my nonna a smile, not even noticing my existence as of
the moment.
"Ciao Ethan." she said, the crinkles next to her eyes
showing as she smiled.
Ethan finally noticed me, and raised an eyebrow.
"Savannah?" he asked, his face actually looking pretty
shocked.
"You two have already met?" Dee asked Ethan, placing a
hand on his shoulder.
I scooted over in the booth, and Ethan took a seat beside me.
"We met at the beach the other day," I said, laughing
halfheartedly.
Ethan nodded, and both of our grazes turned to our
grandmothers.
"Well that's wonderful!" Dee said, and my nonna
nodded in agreement.
"We were hoping you two would get along." My nonna
struggled to say.
Get along. Yeah, that's the word.
Sorry it took a while!:P This week
was a week off, but it ws still pretty busy!