"I was wishing you'd say 'steakhouse'. I thought it was just wishful thinking."
Jake smiled.

Rachel chuckled.

"I think I know you enough by now to know you probably always wish to go to steakhouse when you go out to eat." Rachel said.

"That or a cold stone creamery, but that's a different story."

Rachel's eyes lit up.

"I love Cold Stone Creamery." Rachel said.

"A gift from the gods, we all should. I'm waiting for steak flavor."
Jake joked.

Rachel laughed.

"Well maybe if you're really lucky they will." Rachel said.

"In some sick way they could actually do that, I'd be more amazed than anything."
Then Jake stopped.
"Is the restaurant in the hotel or do we need a taxi. I don't think he wants us as customers anymore."
Jake said, pointing out the driver they gave a hard time earlier.

"It's in the hotel and I bet he would give me a ride, you're the one that decided to be mean." Rachel said.

"You'd never leave me. And you don't have anywhere to go."
Jake said, smirking.

"I've been to Bermuda before, I know where I'd go." Rachel said.

She smiled at Jake.

"But you're right, I wouldn't leave you." Rachel said.

"Good, otherwise I'd have to follow you everywhere you went."
Jake smiled back at her.

"And how would you follow me? I'm sure that taxi driver told the others about you." Rachel said.

Jake laughed
"Yeah, 'cause most taxi driver services gossip. If need be I'd just pop the tires so you wouldn't get far."

"Sounds good to me." Rachel said with a chuckle.

"And we could just sell some of your stuff to pay for the tire."
Jake nodded.