"Do you want to go to a park or something? Orβ¦. we could do something exciting, likeβ¦.. Sleep." He was obviously kidding, and couldn't seem to keep a straight face, and immediately broke into a wide grin, causing her to beam a smile of happiness. "I'm just kidding, so don't get too excited. Anyways, we should race on foot, since I'm sure I can beat you, eventually."
Isabelle rolled her eyes but grinned over at at, her amusement evident. "I'd love to race to the park. Definitely not sleep, though," she said, rolling her eyes at him. "Honestly, did you ever actually think that I'd be up for sleeping of all things?" she asked incredulously. She held up some chicken on a fork and thrust it in his direction. "Want some?" she offered.
He suddenly scooted back and ducked under the table, causing her to lower her fork and look at him in confusion. A small laugh escaped him as he sat back up, bring an even more confused look to her face. "Was I wearing my headphones?" Isabelle let out a breath of relief. "You worried me there for a moment. I thought something was seriously wrong with you," she sighed out. She reached beside her and plucked his iPod from the booth seat, set it gently on the table, but kept it out of his reach. "I took them off of you. Didn't you notice? I wanted to have a normal dinner with you, without your headphones," she explained. "Here, try this chicken," she held up the fork once more and close to his face, moving it a little. "It's really good."
A soft prickling feeling began to crawl up the back of her neck. She lost her smile and narrowed her eyes, her jaw clenching, and slowly lowered the fork once more, dropping it to her plate. She stared at Callus, blinking at him, gave him a warning look, before she slowly rose. She removed her wallet and slipped a few bills onto the table, grabbed his iPod for him, and returned it to his grasp. She moved over to his side leaned down beside him. "We need to go. Something isn't right here," she murmured. She straightened and stepped away from the table, grabbed his arm, and pulled him up, her only thought to protect her best and only friend. She hadn't had this feeling in hundreds of years, yet she still knew what it meant.
Subtly lifting her narrowed eyes, she surveyed the people sitting in the restaurant. Nearly all of them were obviously the normal human beings they appeared to be. However, one girl stood out to her, one girl in particular, who sat alone in a seat, attempting to appear nonchalant and normal. Instead, she stuck out like a sore thumb. The small amount of aura that Belle could see of her only caused the Immortal Woman to be even more weary of her. "Callus, once we're outside, run. Do exactly what I've showed you over the years. Run back to the club and into my office. Everything I've told you since I've met you is true. My office is the only safe place for a mortal," she murmured in his ear, guiding him calmly towards the door, attempting to appear normal. "When I say the word, you run. Don't stop, don't look back; just run," she hissed. As soon as they were through the doors, she shoved his iPod into his hands and pushed him in the direction of the club. "Go!" she snapped to him, before taking several steps back and away from the doors of the restaurant, her whip already snapping out and appearing in her hand.