her consumed his night, and he felt like a child eager to see Santa on Christmas morning.
Oddly enough, watching her eat did not bother him. The sandwich in the park had reeked like garbage, but he had enjoyed watching her as she had eaten her lunch. It seemed nearly sinful how she had taken small bites, almost timid nibbles. She had dabbed at her mouth with her napkin, which had taken her lipstick off in the process as well as any food. Dainty. Very girly.
He assumed Alex had many questions remaining for him. It tantalized him that her questions were not all business related. You can tell so much about a person by what they ask of you and he wondered what questions she’d fire off at him during lunch today.
She chose a pizzeria since she would be eating alone and only her opinion mattered. He suspected the repulsion of garlic myth would be tested, but he didn’t mind.
The quiet pizzeria felt quaint. Too early for the lunch crowd to arrive, so they had plenty of privacy for their conversation. Red tablecloths lay on the tables, with candles lit on each one. Italian wines lined the bar and the place also boasted a nice beer selection. Artwork hung from the walls featuring images of Italy and soft music played in the background.
Raymond smiled as he realized the place screamed as a date night spot. He liked the place. Restaurants like this didn’t exist when he had courted his wife. He would have enjoyed taking her to such a place. Even though the food smelled awful to Raymond, he could tell by the enjoyment of the humans consuming it that the dishes were well prepared and delicious to them. Yes, he would have liked to take Wilma to a place like this. She would have looked beautiful with this candle light.
“A penny for your thoughts, Raymond.” Alex smiled at him. “You’re so lost in thought. What are you thinking about?”
Her smile lit up the room as they waited to be seated. She looked nothing like Wilma. Wilma had blond hair and had a much smaller frame. Alex was a gorgeous redhead with a more athletic build. He never thought about how attractive an athletic build on a woman could be, and he found he did like the look.
“I was thinking how times have changed. When I was young, restaurants such as this didn’t exist. We cooked our meals over a fire pit in our yard. We farmed for vegetables and had livestock for meat. Much easier these days to just stop off at a grocery store or go out to eat at a fancy restaurant.”
The hostess greeted them at the door and they chose a seat in the back of the restaurant in a separate room that resembled a wine cellar. When they neared the table, Raymond pulled out a chair for Alex.
“May I?” He smiled as he held the chair. The old school charm and manners must have surprised Alex since she stopped as she approached the table and looked at him. He suspected most women were not accustomed to this formality.
She smiled and took her seat. “Thank you, Raymond.”
Her polite response melted away any lingering hesitations Raymond had of getting more acquainted. She was well mannered, beautiful, and full of life. What wasn’t there to like?
As they waited for their waitress, Alex asked, “Where did you grow up, Raymond? Can you tell me more about your home and the fire pit you cooked on?”
Rarely did Raymond stroll down memory lane, but he did want to share. “My parents were well off financially. We lived in a small, one story home on the outskirts of town …” He chuckled, “… away from prying eyes and pitchforks.” He shrugged his shoulders. “My childhood was typical, not much different than any human one. It was just my parents, my sister Sulie, and me.”
The waitress came by with menus and rattled off the lunch specials. They each ordered a drink. Raymond only continued his story once the waitress was a good distance from the table. “We had land, so we grew crops for mine and Sulie’s meals since my parents didn’t eat. We had chickens for eggs.
Oddly enough, watching her eat did not bother him. The sandwich in the park had reeked like garbage, but he had enjoyed watching her as she had eaten her lunch. It seemed nearly sinful how she had taken small bites, almost timid nibbles. She had dabbed at her mouth with her napkin, which had taken her lipstick off in the process as well as any food. Dainty. Very girly.
He assumed Alex had many questions remaining for him. It tantalized him that her questions were not all business related. You can tell so much about a person by what they ask of you and he wondered what questions she’d fire off at him during lunch today.
She chose a pizzeria since she would be eating alone and only her opinion mattered. He suspected the repulsion of garlic myth would be tested, but he didn’t mind.
The quiet pizzeria felt quaint. Too early for the lunch crowd to arrive, so they had plenty of privacy for their conversation. Red tablecloths lay on the tables, with candles lit on each one. Italian wines lined the bar and the place also boasted a nice beer selection. Artwork hung from the walls featuring images of Italy and soft music played in the background.
Raymond smiled as he realized the place screamed as a date night spot. He liked the place. Restaurants like this didn’t exist when he had courted his wife. He would have enjoyed taking her to such a place. Even though the food smelled awful to Raymond, he could tell by the enjoyment of the humans consuming it that the dishes were well prepared and delicious to them. Yes, he would have liked to take Wilma to a place like this. She would have looked beautiful with this candle light.
“A penny for your thoughts, Raymond.” Alex smiled at him. “You’re so lost in thought. What are you thinking about?”
Her smile lit up the room as they waited to be seated. She looked nothing like Wilma. Wilma had blond hair and had a much smaller frame. Alex was a gorgeous redhead with a more athletic build. He never thought about how attractive an athletic build on a woman could be, and he found he did like the look.
“I was thinking how times have changed. When I was young, restaurants such as this didn’t exist. We cooked our meals over a fire pit in our yard. We farmed for vegetables and had livestock for meat. Much easier these days to just stop off at a grocery store or go out to eat at a fancy restaurant.”
The hostess greeted them at the door and they chose a seat in the back of the restaurant in a separate room that resembled a wine cellar. When they neared the table, Raymond pulled out a chair for Alex.
“May I?” He smiled as he held the chair. The old school charm and manners must have surprised Alex since she stopped as she approached the table and looked at him. He suspected most women were not accustomed to this formality.
She smiled and took her seat. “Thank you, Raymond.”
Her polite response melted away any lingering hesitations Raymond had of getting more acquainted. She was well mannered, beautiful, and full of life. What wasn’t there to like?
As they waited for their waitress, Alex asked, “Where did you grow up, Raymond? Can you tell me more about your home and the fire pit you cooked on?”
Rarely did Raymond stroll down memory lane, but he did want to share. “My parents were well off financially. We lived in a small, one story home on the outskirts of town …” He chuckled, “… away from prying eyes and pitchforks.” He shrugged his shoulders. “My childhood was typical, not much different than any human one. It was just my parents, my sister Sulie, and me.”
The waitress came by with menus and rattled off the lunch specials. They each ordered a drink. Raymond only continued his story once the waitress was a good distance from the table. “We had land, so we grew crops for mine and Sulie’s meals since my parents didn’t eat. We had chickens for eggs.
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