when there was me & you ? ricky bowen imagines {ON HIATUS}

five years later (v)

you two drive mostly in comfortable silence. you lean your head against the window, outside a blur of houses and trees and such.

either you didn't remember much of salt lake apart from your old neighborhood or you were in a different city.

you're caught up in your own thoughts until ricky nudges you, alerting you the car is parked and off.

"we're here," he smiles.

you peek out the window, your jaw dropping in awe as you stare up at the glowing sign of intermission, a fairly new italian restaurant in salt lake but already, people raved about it and rumor has it you need to book two months, minimum, in advance for a reservation.

"r- ricky? what?! how?" you ask as you step out of the car.

you had only officially started dating again a couple of weeks ago. no way he could have booked this reservation.

he locks up, walking to join you and places his hand on your waist as you walk to the entrance.

"you really want to know?" he smiles down at you.

"uh, yes!"

"carlos' uncle owns this place. and i called carlos and he convinced his uncle to get us a reservation."

"no!" you gasp. "we should call him to say thank you."

walking inside the restaurant, it's just like you thought it would be. each glossed wall has a different, extravagant painting on it yet it seems as if they all belong together. high ceilings, crystal chandeliers hanging down. smooth, wood floors. the plethora of smells emitting from the chefs' kitchen nearly making you drool.

"reservation for bowen," ricky says as he approaches the hosting station.

the woman behind the counter doesn't look up at you two as she keys in the name, only lifting her head once she confirms the reservation. she has a bright smile, straight white teeth, and shiny platinum hair pulled back in a tight ponytail.

you see the way her eyes widen as she looks at your boyfriend, the flush of her cheeks not at all subtle. she reaches up to twirl some hair around her finger. and you feel a sudden wave of insecurity wash over you as you look at her, then down at yourself.

she's skinny, model-pretty. you're not necessarily unhappy with your body, but looking at her . . . you did have yet to lose all of the weight you'd gained while being pregnant with finn.

"so?" ricky chuckles. "where's our table?"

"oh!" she giggles obnoxiously. "yes uhm, follow me."

she grabs a couple of menus and leads you to a table near the back. as you sit down, she hands you two the menus.

"your waiter will be with you shortly." but she's staring at ricky, biting her lip as she says it. "have a nice night."

she turns on her heel, purposefully swaying her hips as she returns to her station.

you roll your eyes, opening up the menu.

ricky kicks you under the table.

"hey." he murmurs, smiling gently once you look up at him. "i love you."

"love you," you say.

"i saw you looking at her," ricky continues. "trust me, she's not my type."

"type?" you quirk a brow. "what is your type, bowen?"

he shrugs. "h/c hair, e/c eyes. someone with the name y/f/n."

you playfully scowl.

"you're a sap."