“Cam, where are we going?” she asked minutes later when they hopped onto a familiar street.
“Just for dinner,” Cameron replied. “I might have social-media stalked you.”
“You what?” Lacey laughed.
“You had this post from a few years ago where you said that your favorite restaurant is inside the park, and you don’t go often because, even with a season pass, it’s expensive. So, I made a reservation.”
“Youreallystalked me on social media.”
“I just wanted to take you someplace special. The car will actually drop us off pretty close. There’s a special VIP entrance for–”
“People like you?” Lacey guessed.
“Yes. And I asked for a table outside and in the corner, so we can watch the boats on the ride and still have a little privacy. Plus, it’s nice and dark, so, hopefully, I won’t get recognized. Win-win.”
Lacey’s favorite restaurant was Blue Bayou, which was a restaurant inside Disneyland in New Orleans Square. People could sit outside and watch the riders on Pirates of the Caribbean go by in their boats at the very beginning of the ride. Plus, the food was Cajun and really good. Lacey had only been there a few times in her life, and she couldn’t believe thatCameron had searched for her favorite place to eat in Anaheim and had made a reservation for them to eat there.
Having arrived at the park, they were helped out of the SUV and escorted by an employee who took them through some back passages that Lacey had only heard of before, until they were in New Orleans Square and being walked over to their table outside and in the corner, just like Cameron had promised. The smell of chlorine, the music, and the sounds of the pirate ride, mixed with the zydeco music and the smell of the delicious food, met Lacey as soon as she sat down and was handed a menu.
“I can’t believe you did this,” she said.
“Is it okay?”
“Cam, it’s perfect. I never get to come here. You have to pay for the park ticket before you pay for the meal itself, and I can’t justify that kind of expense.”
“Well, tonight, it’s all on me, and if you want to do anything else while we’re here, we can. We have our escort. She’ll take us anywhere, and we can cut the lines, if you want.”
“We can cut the lines?” Lacey asked.
Cameron chuckled and replied, “Yes, Lacey. We can cut any line, play any game, eat whatever we want, and if you want something from all the gift shops, I’ll get whatever you want for you. I want you to have the best time tonight.”
“Iamhaving the best time. I don’t need all of that.”
“You deserve to be spoiled,” Cameron replied as their waiter approached. “Wine?”
“Whatever you want is fine with me,” Lacey said.
Cameron ordered them glasses of water and a bottle of wine. Then, she nodded to Lacey.
“Want to order for me? I’ve never been here, so I don’t know what’s good.”
“Are you sure?” Lacey asked.
Cameron smiled at her and nodded.
“Um… Okay. Appetizer?”
“Get two. We can try both.”
“Okay. The gumbo and the…scallops,” she said.
“Excellent choice,” their waiter replied as he wrote down Lacey’s requests. “Would you like more time for your entrées?”
“No,” Lacey said, knowing what she was going with. “Can we get the Creole roasted chicken and the filet?”
“Of course,” he replied.
“Dessert?” Cameron asked, offering Lacey a wink.
