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exchanging shy smiles. Callahan held the door open as I slid through the entrance and into the cozy bistro.
Abe squeezed in before Callahan shut the door, not that he needed a door to enter through, anyway. Little did Callahan know that we had a chaperone. It was just my luck that, as soon as I met a hot guy, I had the former President hanging around. I seriously needed to get rid of him.
Don’t get me wrong, I liked him, but he would not enhance my love life one bit. The maître d' led us to a table that was nestled into a cozy corner at the back of the room. All right, so it was beside the kitchen door. So what? That just meant we’d get our food sooner, right?
The dimly lit restaurant had a single candle flickering merrily on the red cloth-wrapped table. Romance oozed from the walls of the place. I felt my cheeks flush just thinking of the prospect of the evening.
Callahan pulled out my chair, waited for me to sit and then sat down across from me.
Luckily, Abe picked up on the romantic setting and decided to meander around the restaurant instead of being a third wheel.
A tall, lanky waiter lurched over to our table and scrappily handed us our menus, while muttering something indiscernible about being right back. I’d heard the help was bad, but that the food, luckily, made up for the mediocre service.
I held up the huge menu, studying it, all the while trying to find just the right position to hold it so I could still sneak peeks at my handsome date. Honestly, I was a bit nervous about what we would talk about, so nothing on the menu really captured my attention (which was a first for me). Especially with Mr. Yummy and his bedroom eyes peering over the top of his menu at me.
“So what looks good to you?”
Quickly, I scanned the menu and chose the first thing I saw. “I think the scallops with a mango glaze sound delish.”
“That does sound good. Although I can’t help but let my eyes wander over the dessert section of the menu.”
I laughed. “You do have a sweet tooth, don’t you?”
He let out a warm laugh. “That’s the reason I opened a coffee shop, so I would have an excuse to have all those tasty pastries around.”
“Good thinking. I love pastry. Although I’m not sure it will help my waistline, now that you’ve moved in with all the temptation, er, I mean pastries to eat.”
I was, as usual, putting my foot in my mouth, stumbling over my words and saying all the wrong things. I certainly didn’t want him to envision me stuffing pastry in my mouth while my waist expanded like a balloon hooked up to a helium tank. I tried to change the subject quickly.
“There was an antique shop there before you. Nice lady that ran it, but she died a year ago,” I said, as I took a sip of my water.
My mouth was like the Sahara. Where was that damn waiter anyway?
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Me and My Ghoulfriends
Chapter 6
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the waiter reappeared at our table almost as if by magic. He was beginning to creep me out.
“Are you ready to order?” he asked in his monotone voice. The guy had the personality of a wet noodle.
“My gorgeous date will have the Noix de St. Jacques a la Mangue and I’ll have the same,” Callahan said, and then flashed me his wonderful smile, never once even looking at our waiter.
The waiter didn’t seem to care, because he didn’t utter a word in response; he just grabbed the menus and dashed off. As he moved halfway across the room, Callahan called after him.
“And bring us a bottle of your best wine.” His eyes were still focused on me.
I wasn’t sure if the waiter hadn’t heard him, or if ignoring customers was just his usual response to everything. I also didn’t know if I wanted wine after last night, the thought of it made me a bit queasy.
“I hope wine is all right with you?”
“Yes,
Abe squeezed in before Callahan shut the door, not that he needed a door to enter through, anyway. Little did Callahan know that we had a chaperone. It was just my luck that, as soon as I met a hot guy, I had the former President hanging around. I seriously needed to get rid of him.
Don’t get me wrong, I liked him, but he would not enhance my love life one bit. The maître d' led us to a table that was nestled into a cozy corner at the back of the room. All right, so it was beside the kitchen door. So what? That just meant we’d get our food sooner, right?
The dimly lit restaurant had a single candle flickering merrily on the red cloth-wrapped table. Romance oozed from the walls of the place. I felt my cheeks flush just thinking of the prospect of the evening.
Callahan pulled out my chair, waited for me to sit and then sat down across from me.
Luckily, Abe picked up on the romantic setting and decided to meander around the restaurant instead of being a third wheel.
A tall, lanky waiter lurched over to our table and scrappily handed us our menus, while muttering something indiscernible about being right back. I’d heard the help was bad, but that the food, luckily, made up for the mediocre service.
I held up the huge menu, studying it, all the while trying to find just the right position to hold it so I could still sneak peeks at my handsome date. Honestly, I was a bit nervous about what we would talk about, so nothing on the menu really captured my attention (which was a first for me). Especially with Mr. Yummy and his bedroom eyes peering over the top of his menu at me.
“So what looks good to you?”
Quickly, I scanned the menu and chose the first thing I saw. “I think the scallops with a mango glaze sound delish.”
“That does sound good. Although I can’t help but let my eyes wander over the dessert section of the menu.”
I laughed. “You do have a sweet tooth, don’t you?”
He let out a warm laugh. “That’s the reason I opened a coffee shop, so I would have an excuse to have all those tasty pastries around.”
“Good thinking. I love pastry. Although I’m not sure it will help my waistline, now that you’ve moved in with all the temptation, er, I mean pastries to eat.”
I was, as usual, putting my foot in my mouth, stumbling over my words and saying all the wrong things. I certainly didn’t want him to envision me stuffing pastry in my mouth while my waist expanded like a balloon hooked up to a helium tank. I tried to change the subject quickly.
“There was an antique shop there before you. Nice lady that ran it, but she died a year ago,” I said, as I took a sip of my water.
My mouth was like the Sahara. Where was that damn waiter anyway?
249
Me and My Ghoulfriends
Chapter 6
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the waiter reappeared at our table almost as if by magic. He was beginning to creep me out.
“Are you ready to order?” he asked in his monotone voice. The guy had the personality of a wet noodle.
“My gorgeous date will have the Noix de St. Jacques a la Mangue and I’ll have the same,” Callahan said, and then flashed me his wonderful smile, never once even looking at our waiter.
The waiter didn’t seem to care, because he didn’t utter a word in response; he just grabbed the menus and dashed off. As he moved halfway across the room, Callahan called after him.
“And bring us a bottle of your best wine.” His eyes were still focused on me.
I wasn’t sure if the waiter hadn’t heard him, or if ignoring customers was just his usual response to everything. I also didn’t know if I wanted wine after last night, the thought of it made me a bit queasy.
“I hope wine is all right with you?”
“Yes,
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