I stood rather close to Odell as the restaurant was more packed than we both envisioned. It didn’t help that the scenery was dark and everybody was thundering with noises from each and every way possible. I felt stares on Odell and I as we walked through the crowd, making our way to the hostess. I stood still as some of his fans begged for autographs and pleaded for pictures.
“Last name” the hostess asked me, as she herself looked at all the commotion Mr. Beckham had seemed to be causing, but paid it no mind. I’m pretty sure she’s used to it.
“Beckham” I watched as she typed the name into the computer. I looked back to see Odell holding the most precious baby in his colossal hands. He smiled and posed, handing the baby back once the father took the picture.
“Oh, we actually have a table set already for you guys” she smiled, as my face scrunched in confusion.
“Oh okay, thanks” I hesitated, as Odell started to make his way over.
“Follow me” this light skinned girl, with long curly ombre hair smiled as she carried our menus. I looked at people on the way to the table, as you could tell they were having so much fun. I guess I was looking a little too hard because I tripped and fell on my face.
“Oop” I looked up to see Odell laughing dead smack in my face. I smacked my lips as he helped me up.
“Shut up” I jokingly rolled my eyes as I noticed the waiter was standing at the table, unaware of my little hold up.