<div class="floatleft">(https://c4.wallpaperflare.com/wallpaper/910/916/865/looking-at-viewer-women-elizabeth-turner-model-wallpaper-preview.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>June 1, 9 pm.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>View of Mar's, Chef's table --> car<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Nervous excitement<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Erin, Mar<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Celeste ate in relative silence for the rest of the meal. Daddy's<em>'we'll discuss it later'</em>comment made sure of it.  The tone, more than the words, told her she'd better drop it before something happened she didn't particularly like. Or maybe it was all just her imagination. Over time, Celeste knew, she'd come to learn what all these little signals meant: the looks, the subtle messages beneath the actual words that were spoken. But for now it was all a lot of guesswork. She<em>knew</em>that there was a warning of sorts in Mar's tone; she just didn't know exactly what danger she risked walking into if she failed to heed that warning.<br/><br/>No matter. She had no intention of ignoring it. Besides, the food really was the best she'd ever eaten; there wasn't even a close second. The more she tasted, the more she wanted to eat. And yet the nerves in her tummy prevented her from having anywhere close to as much as she would have liked. It was a cruel sort of torture, to have the most delicious meal you'd ever tasted right there in front of you but to be unable to eat it all.<br/><br/>By the time Mar announced that it was time to leave, Celeste had eaten a fair amount, but it was still a whole lot less than she would have liked. But then, this meal was just the beginning: her introduction to a new life of delicious food prepared by her equally delicious Daddy. It wouldn't be so bad to leave it behind, knowing how many more like it awaited her in the future.<br/><br/>"So ready!" Celeste grinned. "The food was so good. You're an amazing cook." She told Mar, as if to ensure the other woman that the lack of eating she'd done hadn't been for lack of interest in it. Her nerves just weren't allowing her appetite to have a say. After one last bite and a final sip of her drink, Celeste stood up to follow Mar out of the restaurant.<br/><br/>It felt nice, to be led by her hand like this. Mar's was bigger than her own, a little more calloused - Celeste's skin was smooth as silk - and definitely stronger. The younger girl's grip was gentle, if not quite feeble. But it was clear she was holding on, her slender fingers digging into Daddy's, as if afraid of being left behind.<br/><br/>That would never happen, of course. And sure enough, it did not. Soon, Celeste found herself being walked toward a fancy looking car. "Thank you, Daddy." Celeste lifted herself up onto the tips of her toes to give Mar a kiss on the cheek, before slipping past her into the back seat. She scooted over to the middle, allowing Mommy room to slide in next to her. Daddy would have to go around to the other side; and that was exactly what Celeste wanted: to be sandwiched between her new Mommy and Daddy.