A/N: okay, so yes I'm starting a new story... again… I'm just trying to sort my stories out a bit, and kinda thinking of what I wand to keep and what I want to delete and what I want to rewrite or what I want to keep the way it is, I'm even thinking about that with on going stories, so I've been having some major wirtersblocks on many of my stories and I'm kinda trying to figure out what to do with them, but I the meantime I got some inspiration for a new story and I've been trying to get better at my writing layouts and stuff to make it easier to read and. So I'm testing out a new way of writing/typing it out. I'm not abandoning my other stories! I'm just thinking about rewriting them or something like that. I also wrote this chapter in one sitting so any errors are all mine and I will try to fix them as soon as possible, but its very late and I'm too tire to do it now lol, I just wanted to get this posted..
Ok so this chapter/(story maybe I don't know yet) is based on/ slightly copied from the movie "Return to me" Written by Bonnie Hunt staring Minnie Driver, David Duchovney, Bonnie Hunt, Jim Belushi and Carroll O'Connor (see IMDB for all people in it) I love this movie I think this is one of my favorite movies ever! (Go watch it please!) And there is this one scene where they are at a restaurant and some funny things happen… oh, and Maria isn't a nun she is a waitress… ok call me crazy but just bear with me... lol…
Hope you enjoy this story!
Happy reading!
Ever since the death of his wife Georg von Trapp had been tricked, as he'd like to call it in to going on a double dates with his long time friend Max Detweiller. To his annoyance most Max's dates were wealthy socialites trying to start a musical career by simply paying him to make sure they would reach their desired level of fame, even though their musical talent would be at least -5 on a scale of 1 to 10 – as one of his children would like to call their musicality- and then of course his dates were one of their girlfriends who were highly praising their friend's talents. The whole evening would be spend talking about music, but to Georg's annoyance both females couldn't even tell de difference between Mozart and Chopin. He highly doubted if they had ever even heard of the two pianists and composers.
This time Georg agreed to go with him, but only if he could choose the restaurant they were going to. Even to his own surprise he chose a restaurant he hadn't been too in years, the last time he went there was probably with his late wife. It wasn't a restaurant even, more like a small tavern, he and his wife ended up in one rainy evening when they had just moved to Salzburg and were roaming about town obviously lost and stuck in town for the night.
"Max, let me tell you this place is great. The food here is marvelous." Georg told his friend while taking a seat
"Well, if you like this sort of thing." Elsa, a Viennese socialite and Georg's date said with an almost disapproving huff. Taking her to a tavern where they served schnitzel with noodles? The nerve he had!
"Well, I'm sure it is worth a try!" Max tried to lighten the mood obviously wanting Georg and Elsa to get along, so that maybe the two would hit it off.
Georg saw a waitress coming their way. Short strawberry blonde hair, and wearing a lovely blue dress matching the color of her eyes. She provided everyone with a glass of water on the house.
"Is this tab water?" The lady with the white blonde hair asked "Because I only drink bottled water," She looked at the waitress with a sneer.
"but not Swiss water, I got sick on it once, remember when I got sick on that Swiss water?" She looked at her friend who already nodded furiously exactly knowing what she meant.
"So I want bottled water, only if it is not Swiss water, because I got sick on it once, and with a straw." She looked at the waitress again "Do you need me to write it down?"
"No, I think I got it" She replied before handing the menu's out.
Handing the last one out Georg asked "Have we ever met before?"
"I don't think so, no" Not being the one to get too involved with the customers she kept her answer short and moved along to get miss fancy socialite her bottle of non-Swiss water with a straw.
"Good help is so hard to find these days…" Elsa said with a sigh
"Oh yes I had to fire my housekeeper only last week because she couldn't seem to get my silk organza dress ironed the way I wanted." The other lady, Margrit replied pulling Elsa into conversation with her.
"E-excuse me," Georg said making his way for the restroom.
Almost reaching the bar he saw the blonde waitress emptying a bottle of water and filling it again with tab water. He moved closer resting his arms on the bar peering over it.
"Something you've… learned at other waitressing jobs?" he chuckled
"Oh!" she jumped up looking at the man in front of her "I-I…" She swallowed, her cheeks turning a deep shade of pink.
"don't worry, I won't say anything" He winked at her before continuing for the restrooms.
She quickly put the straw in the bottle before bringing it to it's rightful table.
"Does the water taste the way you want it now?" Georg asked Elsa with a small laugh once he returned to his seat.
"Oh, so much better!" She replied as she took a big sip before returning to the conversation she had with Max and Margrit sharing jokes that were earning the three of them rambunctious fits of laughter.
"So I told him… He was my nephew!" Margrit said making everyone except Georg cry out in laughter.
"Are you ready to take your order?" The blonde haired waitress asked appearing at the table again.
"ugh," Elsa started with an annoyed huff "Everything on this menu is so fattening, is everything really cooked in fat?" She asked the waitress
She looked at her small notepad before softly replying "Eh, some things we cook in Swiss water."
Georg let out a loud growl of laughter, which wasn't really shared by any of the other occupants at the table.
"I think we might need an extra minute" He told the waitress. There was something about this waitress he couldn't quite place, something mysterious but yet open and carefree. Before he could drift away in his thoughts they were interrupted by Elsa's loud disapproval.
"The nerve she has! We should get the manager and get that little twat fired!"
"Now, now, I'm sure she was just joking" Georg tried to calm her
"Well, you call that a joke?! I'd call it-" And as if just on cue the waitress appeared at the table again.
"There is a telephone call for you sir, I don't mean to pry but it was your housekeeper, it might be something concerning… The people living in your house?" The people living in your house? Who says such a thing? I mean, well, I couldn't have said family. If he had a family, he probably wouldn't be here on a date.
"The phone call?" Georg cleared his throat pulling the waitress out of her thoughts.
"Oh yes of course!"
There was that blush again. That lovely looking blush.
"Follow me" She said showing him the phone. Georg already knew it was nothing concerning for he instructed is eldest son to call him an hour after he left so he had a reason to leave the company he was in and come home. What a smart young boy I've raised. He chuckled to himself.
"Thank you" He said before holding the phone to his ear. "Hello Friedrich," he said already knowing who it was
"Hello father, how is this one?"
"Even worse than the last one!" Georg replied jokingly. His son new all too well what is uncle Max was up to, and he found the ordeal to be rather funny.
"Well, I then I think it's best you come home straight away!"
"Yes, that was my plan… And that is why you called isn't it?" He replied laughing
"Yes father!"
"Well, I'll see you in 30 minutes"
"Bye father."
With that he hung up the phone. Going back to the table excusing himself for leaving.
"I'm terribly sorry! One of my daughters has gotten sick and I really have to get home!"
"Can't the housekeeper take care of that?" Max tried, knowing fully well who Georg has just been on the phone with.
"No, I'm honestly very sorry! Ella it was-"
"Elsa..." she corrected him.
"Elsa, it was lovely meeting you but again, I have to get home to my daughter!" Georg got up and left the table.
Getting his coat from the coat rack he heard a voice behind him.
"Using a friend to get you out of a date, a smart move that is!" the blonde waitress laughed
"Filling water bottles with tab water and eavesdropping on other peoples phone calls, quite the talent you got there Fraulein…" He replied laughing also "No it was my son actually"
Her cheeks turned red not quite knowing what to say. Then she remembered the wrapped box at the end of the bar.
"Here we got a leftover order that nobody picked up, it should still be good until tomorrow" She gave him the package "Here you go Herr…" She tried to read the name on the added note "Herr… Zimmerman one portion of Schnitzel with noodles!"
"If I take this home I'm not so sure there will be anything left for me, because I think there are seven children – who are not so good at listening to their father might I add- who are probably still not into their beds and are willing to do as much as kill me for a piece of Schnitzel!" He laughed again
"Oh but you must! You haven't eaten anything! Even if it's just one bite Herr…"
"Georg," He stuck out his hand to take the package from her hands "Georg von Trapp,"
Georg von Trapp? She had heard stories about him since moving here, even her boss couldn't stop talking about how he used to come here with his late wife. But she didn't actually know what he looked like. Hmm… He doesn't look that much like a see captain…
"Ahem," He cleared his throat "The Schnitzel?"
"Oh, yes of course! Here you go!"
He took the package before going out the door.
Pulling his coat closer around he heard a soft singing voice coming from inside the tavern. He looked through the window seeing that the waitress had joined the pianist singing the words to a song called edelweiss in an angel like voice. Smiling he turned and started walking to his car. There was something about this girl, something about her that made him want to know more about this waitress. The waitress with the blue eyes, strawberry blonde hair, lovely singing voice still without a name. The no named waitress. Yes he difinitely wanted to know more about her.