That One Time at Chili's

That One Time At Chilis’s A long time ago, when I was about in the eighth grade, my friend, Armin had a girlfriend named Katyln. It was a weird relationship, then again, I do not think any junior high relationship is normal for us kids these days. He hardly talked to her at school. They mainly just texted each other and said a few words here-and-there at school. Armin and his girlfriend had never even spent time with one another outside of school, so Armin decided to finally go on a first date with his girlfriend. He asked her and she accepted the offer. They both agreed upon going to Chili’s in Pine Bluff, which is right next to where we all live: White Hall, for their date. Armin is a tall, lanky Iranian guy, which makes his skin color dark. Armin’s girlfriend, Katlyn, said the only way she can go on a date with Armin is if she brought her mother along. Armin did not really know why, but we now suspect it is because she is a little racist. White Hall is filled with racist people. Katlyn also told Armin that she will be bringing her sister and one of her friends on this date, too. Because of this Armin asked Jordan, our friend, and me to tag along so he would feel a little less uncomfortable. Jordan is a muscular guy, about 5’11, with puffy curly hair. Jordan and I both agreed to go with him. Armin, Jordan, and I were all unaware what will be in store for us that one night at Chili’s. Armin’s mother drove us to Chili’s, as she normally did because Chili’s was our hang out at the time, and dropped us off at the front door. We were there a little early because Armin did not want his mother to see his girlfriend. Armin did not tell his mother that he had a girlfriend because he did not know how she would respond to it. Armin, Jordan, and I walked in the front door. It was packed as it usually is on a Saturday night. All the tables were filled with people laughing and carrying on. The waitress then walked up to us with a fake cheesy smile