Restitution At Rich, Rich, Daniel’s

“Okay, spill,” I commanded. “Why are we here?”

Daniel booked a dinner date for the both of us the following night. It was New York, it was extravagant, and it was a place called, Daniel. The stars have aligned! This place was fancy-schmancy. They will literally turn you away if the men aren’t dressed in tuxedos and the women in cocktail dresses. A little name drop here and there, and Daniel secured the most exquisite table and experience. I don’t think I’ve ever been to a place this fancy with a mandatory dress code since the awards show at the agency. Even then, this restaurant won, hands down, top shelf, Golden Globe and Oscar nods.

I wriggled in my seat and looked over my shoulder. Hardly anyone was our age. Was there no age limit? I honestly wouldn’t have been surprised if there was. I was gladly looking appropriate though. Pretty? I’m not sure. But when Daniel and I scurried around to get dressed it did feel a little Pretty Woman-ish.


“Hurry up!” Daniel called, as we hopped, skipped and jumped in his room to quickly get dressed. “They’ll give up our reservation in a heartbeat and I really don’t want to lose this one.”

“It doesn’t matter if we do,” I replied. “We can go somewhere else. Although,” I appraised myself, “I’m not sure if this is efficient attire for booty-popping in a club or anything.”

Daniel laughed. “Especially with those heels; if you get low, you might not be able to get back up. I’ve actually seen that happen before.”

“I’ve had that happen to me before,” I laughed.

“Do you like the dress though?” Daniel asked, a little apprehensively.

The shoes were handpicked by me once Daniel gave me an idea of what the dress looked like. An idea was all I had to work with since he didn’t want to divulge and give the surprise away. That was sweet, and I totally understood that; but fashion ain’t a guessing game, even though sometimes some people look like they were playing Pin the Clothing on the Girl, blindfold and all.

The dress was a high-slit glittering midnight blue. Strapless, with a train of sheer midnight blue galloping from behind. I felt, oddly enough, like a Disney reincarnation of Superwoman. The most opulent piece, I thought, were the elbow-length white gloves. As soon as I put the gloves on, they changed my demeanour, making me feel like royalty. It was like a possession of some sorts. I felt like I was somebody. For lack of a better word, special.

I stopped in my tracks and looked at Daniel with deep gratitude. “I love the dress.”

Daniel grinned proudly. My appreciation for the dress seemed strong enough to stop him running around like a headless chicken. But with a slap on my butt and a shake of his head, he quickly snapped out if it. I squealed and he told me to hurry up again. Then we finally made it to the front door.

Daniel was the first to step out in his dashing ensemble and coiffed hair. He then extended his hand and lifted one eyebrow in keen and teasing secrecy. “Let’s go, babe.”

Channelling Julia Roberts, I gladly accepted his hand.


Even when we arrived at Daniel, Daniel never said a peep of what was up. I was giddy with excitement; and a little nauseous with the anticipation of a marriage proposal. There’s really no explanation of why my mind went there, but it did. And I thought it would be wonderful to think that way, instead of slightly dizzying, but I didn’t. I love Daniel, I do; but I just couldn’t give myself to marriage just yet. I know half the people at college on Facebook posting statuses and pictures of their weddings, and they’re my age! So clearly marriage knows no bounds. It’s wonderful for them, really; but for me, I needed to give myself some time and not rush into anything. The last thing I wanted to do was hesitate once I’m proposed to, then shrug my shoulders and say, ‘sure, I’ll marry you’.

It was just like me for my thoughts ran amuck in my mind. But at least they killed time, which is a sure fire way to never get bored either. I felt all eyes on me once we sat down and ordered away. Daniel watched me as I scanned the place eagerly, discovering new tapestry’s and colours. Prominent colours, gold and crimson; flawless lightning. Rich, rich, rich!

I returned my attention to Daniel once again; and it seemed as if I was discovering him seated there too. “Did you answer?”

Daniel smiled and shook his head.

“So why are we here again?” I grinned, my heart pounding.

“Can’t I just take my girlfriend out for a posh night?”

I lifted my eyebrows and shook my head. The corner of my lips turning up. “Oh, no, no, no, don’t pull that one on me. I know something is up. What is it?”

Daniel narrowed his eyes in thought. “I’ll tell you on dessert.”

“Starters,” I counter-offered.

Daniel laughed. “Is this a negotiation?”

“A compromise, Daniel,” I corrected, jokingly obnoxious, fluttering my eyes. “A compromise.”

Daniel chuckled. “Okay. I’m sticking to dessert.”

I pouted. “Daniel!”

Daniel crossed his arms over his chest and shrugged. Clearly he wasn’t budging and I was seconds away from embarrassing him by stomping my feel like a petulant child, just to see what he’d do. But I figured I’d get embarrassed before he would, so I skipped that option and gave in.

I rolled my eyes. “Fine.” I hated it when he won. He grinned widely, knowing that I hated his Charlie Sheen moment of winning.

The night went on smoothly, I don’t think it could have gone any other way. There’s always something about the glamour of restaurants, the clinking of utensils and the rustling of conversations that makes the atmosphere not only feel like a million dollars, but the people feel like they were a million dollars too. Like they were a part of something bigger and special and awesometacular (you can thank Jeremy Jahns for that rave review!). However, I’m still not holding my breath for a marriage proposal, either. I knew Daniel, he wouldn’t have wanted to get into that sort of thing just yet either. I commend him for it; wise choice, sir!

I scoffed the food down as fast as I could without looking like a carnivorous Venus flytrap. With that being said, it’s obvious that Daniel ended up carrying most of the conversation. Not only that, but he was eating viciously slow. Ugh, the lengthening of time was unbearable!

Finally the desserts came and I was gripping the chair from both sides of me to keep from popping up like a cork, pea-oo-ing, into the air.

“Look at you,” Daniel smiled, “you look like a leaf shaking in the wind.”

“I’m on edge! I’m stuck in a Keigo Higashano novel right now.”

“The detective, I hope.”

I thought for a minute and then smiled sheepishly. The contents of Higashano’s novels usually involve the fundamental formula of victim, perpetrator, and detective; struggling to solve the case. “Oh, right. Yup, the detective.”

Daniel took one bite of the chocolate mousse perched high on its proud mountain. Even the chocolate was rich! I just stared at him as he slowly inserted the spoon into his mouth, and swallowed.

He laughed then, and at the same time I felt the features of my face. It was so strained and immobile, I was surprised that my eyes weren’t twitching.

Daniel put his hands up. “Alright, alright. So obviously, besides this restaurant, I have something else planned for us. It might sound a little strange so, hear me out.”

I smiled, anticipating. “Okay.”

Daniel breathed in and then exhaled. “I have this job that I have to take of in Chicago. For my job. And I was going to stop off in Minneapolis for a visit. But first I was thinking of going to another location, and we’d finish at another location outside of the states and then come back to New York. I was thinking that you’d want to come with me.”

I blinked twice; my mind was boggled of wonders of where’d I’d fit in, in his plans. “Let me get this straight,” I breathed. “You want me to go on a business trip with you, and then on a vacation with you?”

Daniel nodded.

“Where are the other concealed locations you vaguely mentioned?”

“Well that’s the thing,” he said. “I want to keep it as a surprise.”

Not that I needed to know, but I was kept in the dark so often as of late that I may as well have walked around with Daniel with my eyes closed.

“Daniel, I’d love to travel with you, but I have work commitments. I can’t just ditch on the club and the agency.”

Daniel boldly smiled. “I thought you might bring that up. Which is why I took care of it.”

I blinked twice again. “Huh?”

Daniel chuckled, his chest pumping in and out. “I’ve spoken to Randy and James and Will at the agency. I’ve told them that you’d be away until December and they were okay with it. Especially Will, he apparently said that you did so well in your interview rounds in New York, even got some promising feedback, that you’re good to go.”

“Daniel!” I squealed, attempting to stifle the scream. “I can’t believe you did that!”

“Are you happy?” Daniel asked, genuinely.

I gazed at him in awe. How could I not be? He is so good to me. I lifted myself over the table, and Daniel followed suit when he knew I was leaning over to kiss him. “Of course I am. I’m always happy with you.”

We sat back down, smiling. “Good,” Daniel nodded.

“Is this restitution for our little deal?” I wiggled my eyebrows.

Daniel laughed. “It’s been a long time coming, but I’m finally paying you back for that bet I lost.”

I laughed again. A flash of retrospect shooting through my mind. Look how far we’ve come; look how far we’ve got. I can’t wait.

“When do we leave?” I asked.

Daniel grinned, this time apologetically. “In exactly one week.”

“Oh shit!” I laughed.

Daniel joined me, with people watching on as if we lost our minds.

***Just a reminder, from here on out I will not be sticking to the schedule while I’m on vacation! I hope you enjoyed the post and the coming few! See you soon and keep on keeping! Soul xo!***


20 thoughts on “Restitution At Rich, Rich, Daniel’s

  1. Until December? That’s a loooongg vacation!!! I thought it might be a vacation from everything you’ve been hinting at, but I didn’t think it would be so long! Good for Anna! As always, well done!

    I wonder whether this will solidify their relationship…or not…

  2. Okay, this might seem silly but it has been driving me bonkers: You have twice said “scoffed” food down. You mean “scarfed”. To scoff is more to speak about something in a derisive manner. Now that that’s cleared up, great post!

  3. I don’t like Daniel. He’s controlling. She should be pissed that her boyfriend called her work and got her a month off. That’s HER job and HER career and she gets to make those decisions and have those discussions. It’s sad to see her so eager to toss aside her own life for this guy. What about her friends? She is living her life solely around this guy. Classic abuser behavior. Isolate, control. This will not end well for her.

    1. I agree with you that it was a little forward of Daniel to talk to her bosses and get the time off for her before she could even make the choice to go or not, he kind of decided her fate there. I think abuser behavior is a little extreme based on what we know so far.

      Is this current time, like she would be gone a month and a half with Daniel? That’s some serious time and I predict some drama stirring up when they are together for that long so soon back into their relationship.

      Daniel sure does know how to pull out all the stops when he takes a girl on a date! Loved the post, have fun on vacay!

    2. I disagree. I dont think it’s abusive behaviour. It’s how his mother was probably treated by his dad. Me man. Have money. You woman. Be spoiled, no work. Dont worry about a thing. Man take care of you.

      He’s kind of treating her more like a well kept woman who doesn’t have to work, worry about a thing or anything at all. I don’t think it’s abusive, but I do think it’s a little… self centred of him to assume she’d just drop everything to go with him like that.

      1. I’m sorry. Do you have ANY idea how many women would like their Man to plan a trip or even a date for their significant other?!?! She should be thankful or anyone else for that matter when someone goes out of their way to plan something nice for someone else. All Anna had to do was say no. Daniel can’t make her go.
        I’m not sure why so many wanted a vaca w friends as well. Do you know how difficult that would be to plan? They could see others along their journey but they need this time to really get to know one another. They are moving in with each other, not thee friends.

  4. And one other thing. Does she know the Pretty Woman story? Does she really want to be comparing herself to a prostitute?

  5. Wow. I actually saw Daniel asking her bosses as sweet of him. Rather than assuming that Anna would drop all her work stuff to go on a trip with him, he made sure that it would work out before bringing up the idea. And it’s not like he’s forcing her to come. I mean, I would be ecstatic if my boyfriend planned a vacation for the two of us and took care of the hassle of me trying to get time off from work.

    To be honest, I feel like we all may be reading into it a little too much. I think the point of throwing that little bit in there was just to make a point that no conflict would arise out of Anna taking a trip. The writer already told us readers that she wants Anna to go on vacation soon and so she had to come up with a way to make sure nothing interfered with it, because I’m sure at least one of the readers would have pointed out that Anna has work to worry about. So I think Daniel asking her bosses was supposed to just be a quick and harmless way of the author letting us know that Anna isn’t jeopardizing her work by going on vacation. Rather than wasting a post about Anna having to ask her bosses and see if it’s okay, she can just start on writing the vacation posts!

    All this aside, I hope Daniel invites Anna’s friends and Stanley to a part of the trip since they’re going to so many place! I think that would be super fun! Can’t wait to read more!

  6. Let me preface this comment with I am not a fan of Daniel nor do I hate him. I am very neutral with his character. With that said, I certainly wouldn’t label Daniel as controlling. Yeah, he has his irrational moments, but what boyfriend doesn’t?

    And I agree with Amy above. The author has been telling us that she’s on vacation so she wants to have Anna go on vacation too. And most of those who commented wanted her to go with Daniel. So this was probably the quickest way to introduce that storyline rather than prolonging it. I think it’s extreme to call Daniel abusive. This is not an abusive relationship. Planning a vacation for your girlfriend? Buying her a beautiful dress to wear? Taking her out to dinner for a romantic night? I’d hardly say that’s abusive. I’ve seen this before and if anything, I would just say these are signs of a guy who’s in love, but has fucked up before and is trying so hard not to mess up his second chance. His fear of losing the woman he loves again overwhelms him at times and may just come off as a bit protective instead (or controlling, if that’s what you want to call it). So, I don’t think it is in any way intentional.

  7. Very sweet post! Very thoughtful of Daniel to take care of everything for her. I’m impressed he knew who all to call to get Anna the time off.
    Thanks for continuing to post while you’re on vacation. Super kind of you!!

    1. Hi Amy W!

      Glad you enjoyed the post! And it’s my pleasure to continue posting while on vacation! It’d be a bonus to fill up my gauge of inspiration for coming posts too, so hopefully it all comes together!

      Thanks for commenting, keep on keeping and see you soon!

      Soul xo

    1. Hi Anonymous!

      Love that you love the blog, Anon! Love that you’re reading! Love that you’re commenting! Any suggestions on what Anna and Daniel should do over in Chicago?

      Thanks for commenting, keep on keeping and see you soon!

      Soul xo

  8. Hi everyone!

    What do you think of the new look? I’ve been back and forth so many times that I hope this new appearance is a step up from what it was before; at least for some readers!

    Soul xo

    P.S. The eyes of the marshmallow in the centre of all the marshies is what my eyes look like when I write! So eager and happy-much! (Excuse the weird writing, I’m really tired).

  9. I’m sure this question has been answered, but did Anna graduate? I’m really confused on the time frame. Also is it like normal that she’s always travelling to New York from L. A. that can get very expensive. I use to love this blog because of the different characters you created, now I feel like we’re stuck in this Anna and Daniel world and people come in and out but have no substances. I guess I miss the days of hearing about her friends and what they were up to. School. Work. Anything other than walking the streets of New York with Daniel.

    1. Hi Liv!

      Anna has yet to graduate! On the note of the content of the blog, I’m so sorry it’s not that entertaining for you as it used to be, but I’ll do my best to make these next few posts more to your liking. I’m even contemplating having guest stars tag along for certain parts of the vacation so it’s not all about Anna and Daniel!

      Thanks for commenting, keep on keeping and see you soon!

      Soul xo

      1. Oh wow. This entire time I thought Anna had graduated. The whole first post of this blog back in November of last year made it very clear that Anna was in her last year of college and that she would be entering the “real world” after. And since then, we’ve had posts about summertime (i.e. 4th of july and all), so I just assumed that she graduated. But now I’m confused as to why she still has yet to graduate. Hmmm, do you mind clearing that up Soul? I thought I understood the time frame of this blog, but I guess I don’t. It’s not that big of a deal, just a bit confusing, that’s all.

        1. Hi Anon!

          Sorry about the confusion! Initially, it was going to be like that, but I decided that I wanted Anna to finish up the school year and the internship and land a job all by the end of the year. So I ended up getting a little stubborn and prolonging her graduation until the end of the year. Luckily, UCLA timetable dates are set up quarterly, so it will be possible for Anna to finish, officially, in December. Afterwards, she will move to New York.

          Sorry again about the confusion, and I understand if it may seem weird, but if readers could just suspend disbelief over that aspect of her life, it might all come together!

          Thanks for commenting, keep on keeping and see you soon!

          Soul xo

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