Jake was quiet long enough that she turned around. He was hiding a smile, the corners of his lips twitching with amusement. Faith allowed the confusion to show on her face.
“It’s called Tides Bistro and Wine Bar, but I’m not telling you anything else.”
“Is it on the water?”
“Yes.”
“You just told me something else.” She smiled. It was so easy between them that it brought out her playful side.
She noticed how fondly he was looking at her, the lightness of the fine lines at the edges of his eyes—where he’d probably spent years smiling in the sun—the way his eyes seemed to sparkle, as he focused on her.
“I hope you like it.”
“Well, tell me about it then so you don’t have to worry!” she teased him.
He laughed, sending her stomach into a somersault. She enjoyed seeing him laugh. It was infectious. She could feel the smile emerging on her own face in response.
She was glad for his dinner suggestion. She wasn’t ready to go back to her cottage yet.
Wherever Jake’s restaurant was, it was a slight drive, he’d said, from the bookstore. They’d been driving for a while, paralleling the beach the whole way. As he drove, they’d been chatting about all sorts of things, and the more they talked, the more she couldn’t believe how relaxed she was around him. She was so excited to see where they’d be having dinner. She’d never heard of the restaurant before, and she was quite curious.
Part of the charm of the Outer Banks for her was frequenting the same spots whenever they came. There was a restaurant called Goombays, a small building with a rainbow awning out front that she’d loved as a kid. Inside, the entire ceiling was decorated like the surface of the sea, making her feel like she was eating on the ocean floor. She had fond memories there—good food and funny drinks with plastic sharks floating in them. Would she make new memories at this restaurant Jake had chosen?
They entered Corolla, North Carolina and not long after, he pulled the car onto a little road with short, knobby pine trees on either side. It was so narrow that they’d have to pull over if another car came toward them. They bumped along the stretch of the road. Then, sitting right on the beach, the restaurant, Tides Bistro and Wine Bar, came in to view. It was a gigantic structure, all sharp lines and modern, minimalistic, miles away from the experiences she’d had as a kid. The parking lot swallowed what seemed like acres of land and stretched so far away from the building that the restaurant felt the need to have a valet.Why would anyone need a valet? We’re at the beach, for goodness’ sake. Wouldn’t they want to walk in this gorgeous air?
She took in the massive building and the super-size parking lot. It was a very odd feeling to have, but she felt uncomfortable. The sight of it was ridiculous given the culture there. It stuck out like a sore thumb. She understood that whomever had designed it was trying to make a glamorous modern structure that took advantage of the amazing views and offered something sophisticated, but this area wasn’t about high-end views; it was about tradition and a simple way of life. Restaurants with character, like Dune Burger, that offered laid-back atmospheres, mixed drinks, and casual dinners were what she was used to. They were full of warmth and happy memories from years of visitors and locals.
Faith was delighted when Jake pulled past the valet and parked the car himself. She didn’t want to have anything to do with that sort of pretentiousness. He turned off the engine, and walked around to let her out. As he held the car door open for her, he looked proud and happy.What in the world would have drawn Jake to a place like this?she wondered.Maybe he just really likes the food.
He reached out his hand to help her out of the car. As they walked together toward the restaurant, she couldn’t help but think again about how this structure was almost imposing on the landscape around it. It was beautiful, certainly, but the Outer Banks was the kind of place where life was stripped down to its most basic elements: sun, sea, sand—and everything else was built with those elements in mind. This building was angular, with glass everywhere she looked—she wondered how in the world it would ever survive a hurricane. Of all the places they could’ve gone, why did Jake come here? It seemed so juxtaposed to his personality that it had taken her by surprise.
Jake tugged on the enormous brass door pull, the door—more glass—sliding open. They walked in to be greeted immediately by a member of staff who was wearing all black, a stark white, pressed apron neatly arranged at his waist. He called Jake by name, addressing him as “Mr. Buchanan.” The whole place was dark, stacks of wine sprawling their way to the walls of glass overlooking the ocean. More bright white linens were draped on the tables, candles in varying shapes flickering in the centers of each table. Faith tried to smooth out her cotton shorts, and she ran her fingers through her windblown hair, thinking how this kind of place was more Casey’s type of restaurant than hers.
The waiter pulled out her chair, and she nervously took a seat. Before she could get comfortable, the man had thrust a menu the size of the table into her hands. She looked over at Jake, and he smiled at her before scanning his own menu.
She followed his lead and began looking at the options for dinner. Her hunger pains quickly turned into apprehension as she read what was in front of her. All the dishes had names she didn’t recognize, their descriptions so fancy that she could hardly make out what was in them, and each dish was more money than she’d ever paid for a plate of food before. What were they doing at a place like this? She knew Jake had money, and it was nice that he wanted to spoil her, but it seemed awfully extreme for a first date. Trying to ignore the outrageous prices, she took a deep breath and began again at the top of the menu, reading each and every description but by the time she got to the bottom, she had no idea what to order.
This place had stunned her so much that she couldn’t stop her mind from circling back to her earlier thought: Was this the kind of lifestyle Jake was really used to living?
“What do you think of this place?” he asked from behind his menu, his delight clearly coming through in his voice.
She looked around, scrambling for something to say, anything positive she could find about the place, but she was coming up empty.
“I wanted to bring you here, because this is mine.”
She was completely taken aback. “Sorry?”
“I built this.”
Suddenly, she wasn’t very hungry. She’d imagined whoever built this to be someone completely out of touch with everything the area stood for, some sort of corporate clone, his mind only on profits and the upper class. The very last person she imagined to be behind this was Jake. Jake, who’d so lovingly worked on the cottage, who’d taken her to the lighthouse to see the views—he knew better.
He’d grown up there! He knew the culture! He knew that the very last thing people wanted when they came to the Outer Banks was something that would remove them from the customs of the area. She’d seen first hand the growth there, and she’d heard rumblings in news articles and on television about how the locals were resisting this growth. They didn’t like it, and neither did she.
“There’s nothing like it here. I loved the idea of offering more options. There’s so much land here to be developed.”
“But do you think that’s what people want? When they come to the Outer Banks, do you think they want options or the comfort of those local places that they love?” She couldn’t help herself. She was so disappointed.
“There are probably people who still love the quirks of those out-of-the-way places, the little historical treasures. But there are also those who like something new. I definitely believe we have a market for this sort of place here. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have built it. I believe people want more options.”
