Special wasn't bad. It was a weird name for a restaurant, but it was fine. It was wonderful, really.
It was fancy. Fancier than the one they'd gone to the day they went to the cinema. From Psalm's explanation, it was a strictly private place with private rooms, like the other restaurant but different somehow, with entertainment of different kinds. It was like a hotel, but not. There was even an underground bar. Felix wondered what was the need for all the secrecy since it was just a regular restaurant, except you couldn't see anybody. But Psalm simply laughed.
Psalm chose a room for them, showing them some sort of card even though he'd done it at the entrance.
"Do you come here often?" Felix blurted when they were settled in their room.
He wasn't as blown away as he was when he'd gone to Psalm's house for the first time or saw his cars. He'd already accepted just how rich the man before him was and so the amount of gasps he usually let out were reduced. He just did it in his mind. With a little bit of envy too.
"No."
Felix was surprised at the response. Sure, he'd feel a type of way if he was taken somewhere an ex or a date came to before…but the place was very secretive, so he'd have expected him to bring someone. He suddenly wondered where he usually took his exes.
"Pick whatever you want to eat, as usual," Psalm said when Felix didn't ask any other question.
Felix nodded. He was sure he didn't need his help this time around. Ada schooled him a bit after the last time. It didn't take long before he told Psalm what he wanted, thankfully.
"I guess you thought I was deceiving you. That's why you were so anxious in the car, more than you were before I asked you on a date."
"Yeah," Felix admitted. "I'm sorry about that…"
Psalm waved him off. "You don't need to apologize for anything at all, Felix. You have every right to ask questions or feel doubtful for your safety and sanity."
"Yeah," Felix said, not knowing what else to say because he didn't expect his apology to be brushed off.
"I know I make you nervous and this is making you more nervous, and that it'll take you a while to relax… I accept that. I'll be patient."
Felix had no words for the beautiful being in front of him. He didn't want to be too taken by his words so he'll see things with a clear head, but that didn't seem to be working now.
"Um…" Felix started, thinking about a question to ask. "So you date boys and girls?"
Psalm nodded. "More like, I date who I like."
"Do your parents know?" He asked.
There was a knock on the door that interrupted Psalm as he was about to answer. Their food had arrived after Psalm had sent their order via text, by the phone in the room after Felix had his order ready.
"They know."
Felix paused. "About everything?"
Psalm nodded. "And my mom knows I like you."
Felix was left dumbfounded. How was he not disowned yet or something? Weren't rich families usually strict? The rich fathers, especially in the movies, would never condone such from their sons. His father was either from some other country and if he wasn't, then he was just a different breed.
"Your dad's Nigerian?"
"No, he isn't."
No surprise there. Because he'd never expect such acceptance from a typical older Nigerian father. They were usually conservative, even if they weren't conservative. Felix knew that if his father found out, it wouldn't be funny at all. He was going to go through hell on earth.
"If you don't have any more questions, you can just eat. Don't stress yourself," Psalm said kindly. "Besides, this is a date, not an interview. We're meant to enjoy each other's company and let everything flow naturally."
"Okay," Felix said.
There was no need to ask a hundred questions when he was at a fancy place eating and under a wonderful ambience. The place seemed secure and Psalm wouldn't hurt him. He could ask whatever he wanted, but when it came naturally. He needed to relax.
And so he did that.