initiate another bit of foreplay but I was again rebuffed. Thomas seemed intent on going as slowly as we could.
We arrived at a restaurant in the middle of the city that I had never heard of. When I stepped out of the limo, it didn’t take me long to figure out that this was a place that you had to be truly special to eat at. The architecture looked expensive and on top of that, there were expensive pieces of art adorning the walls. The wait staff looked like they were highly attentive and everybody dining here seemed like they were better than everybody else. I couldn’t figure out why that was exactly. It was like their noses were in the air, literally and figuratively.
We made our way to the back of the restaurant and sat excluded from everyone else. I had some small doubts about what William told me about Thomas’s current financial status but it wouldn’t stop me from attempting to try as get as much of a stake of it as I could.
Thomas sat across from me at the dinner table. The wait staff treated him like royalty. Expensive glasses of wine. Decadent entrees. Even the silverware looked like it had been polished to a blinding sparkle. I didn’t have to lift a finger or say a word. This was something I could definitely get used to.
“Please, help yourself,” he said as he offered his hand out to me. “But I’d recommend you don’t fill up too much on appetizers.”
“Appetizers? That’s what all of this is? I wonder what the main course will be.”
“I’ll let that be a surprise. After all, when’s the last time you ate dinner and didn’t know what you were getting?”
He winked at me and I looked down at the table to avoid blushing back at him. I quickly turned my attention to all of the food in front of me.
“Um, what do you recommend?” I asked him as I glossed over the plates.
“Hmm, that’s a good question. Let me see. How about this?"
He pointed at the plate in front of me. I looked down at the fried morsels assembled on top of one another.
“No, I don’t think I have… What is it?”
“Why don’t you try a piece?”
He was hiding something behind his smile. I found myself nervously chuckling back at him as I stabbed a piece with my fork.
“You’re not trying to kill me now, are you, Mr. Livingston?”
“No, Angel, I’m not. The chef, on the other hand…”
He laughed at me then stared as I shoved it into my mouth. The texture was crunchy on the outside and succulent on the inside. It was like chewing on something that wasn’t quite there.
“Well? How is it?
Thomas had an enthusiastic look on his face as I struggled to figure out what exactly was in my mouth.
“It’s… interesting.”
“They might have overcooked it. I’ll make sure they know about it.”
“No,” I stopped him. “It’s not a bad thing. There’s a lot of flavor… Buttery.”
I swallowed the rest of it and figured I would take another piece. Thomas seemed more than amused but he let me continue eating.
“You’re not familiar with the taste?” he asked me again.
“No. It tastes like chicken but... different. Not like anything I've had. Usually I just end up eating at the local Chinese place down the street or some other fast food restaurant in the area.”
“I see…”
Thomas looked at me inquisitively. I accidentally spilled the details of where it was I lived even though it wasn’t really a secret. William had picked me up in the same area twice but I still felt embarrassed at even being in that part of town.
“But maybe I should ask them to start serving this,” I said. “It’s not too bad. What is it?”
“Frog legs.”
“What?”
“They butcher frogs and fry the legs. They're fried in a special batter and served as appetizers. In this case, the chef might have cooked them a little too thoroughly.”
I swallowed the rest of the piece down and looked down at the unique delicacies in front of me. Thomas didn’t seem to mind that I was a little uneasy about a new
We arrived at a restaurant in the middle of the city that I had never heard of. When I stepped out of the limo, it didn’t take me long to figure out that this was a place that you had to be truly special to eat at. The architecture looked expensive and on top of that, there were expensive pieces of art adorning the walls. The wait staff looked like they were highly attentive and everybody dining here seemed like they were better than everybody else. I couldn’t figure out why that was exactly. It was like their noses were in the air, literally and figuratively.
We made our way to the back of the restaurant and sat excluded from everyone else. I had some small doubts about what William told me about Thomas’s current financial status but it wouldn’t stop me from attempting to try as get as much of a stake of it as I could.
Thomas sat across from me at the dinner table. The wait staff treated him like royalty. Expensive glasses of wine. Decadent entrees. Even the silverware looked like it had been polished to a blinding sparkle. I didn’t have to lift a finger or say a word. This was something I could definitely get used to.
“Please, help yourself,” he said as he offered his hand out to me. “But I’d recommend you don’t fill up too much on appetizers.”
“Appetizers? That’s what all of this is? I wonder what the main course will be.”
“I’ll let that be a surprise. After all, when’s the last time you ate dinner and didn’t know what you were getting?”
He winked at me and I looked down at the table to avoid blushing back at him. I quickly turned my attention to all of the food in front of me.
“Um, what do you recommend?” I asked him as I glossed over the plates.
“Hmm, that’s a good question. Let me see. How about this?"
He pointed at the plate in front of me. I looked down at the fried morsels assembled on top of one another.
“No, I don’t think I have… What is it?”
“Why don’t you try a piece?”
He was hiding something behind his smile. I found myself nervously chuckling back at him as I stabbed a piece with my fork.
“You’re not trying to kill me now, are you, Mr. Livingston?”
“No, Angel, I’m not. The chef, on the other hand…”
He laughed at me then stared as I shoved it into my mouth. The texture was crunchy on the outside and succulent on the inside. It was like chewing on something that wasn’t quite there.
“Well? How is it?
Thomas had an enthusiastic look on his face as I struggled to figure out what exactly was in my mouth.
“It’s… interesting.”
“They might have overcooked it. I’ll make sure they know about it.”
“No,” I stopped him. “It’s not a bad thing. There’s a lot of flavor… Buttery.”
I swallowed the rest of it and figured I would take another piece. Thomas seemed more than amused but he let me continue eating.
“You’re not familiar with the taste?” he asked me again.
“No. It tastes like chicken but... different. Not like anything I've had. Usually I just end up eating at the local Chinese place down the street or some other fast food restaurant in the area.”
“I see…”
Thomas looked at me inquisitively. I accidentally spilled the details of where it was I lived even though it wasn’t really a secret. William had picked me up in the same area twice but I still felt embarrassed at even being in that part of town.
“But maybe I should ask them to start serving this,” I said. “It’s not too bad. What is it?”
“Frog legs.”
“What?”
“They butcher frogs and fry the legs. They're fried in a special batter and served as appetizers. In this case, the chef might have cooked them a little too thoroughly.”
I swallowed the rest of the piece down and looked down at the unique delicacies in front of me. Thomas didn’t seem to mind that I was a little uneasy about a new
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