you’ll hardly notice him,’ Nicholas told her as he opened the door for her.
‘ He can sit with us if he likes. He’s quite amusing,’ Freya replied.
‘ So now you want to date Roger as well as Bruce Willis?’ Nicholas asked her.
‘ Not at the same time obviously, because that would be rude and very unladylike,’ Freya answered.
Before Nicholas could make further comment, Harry came out to greet them in the foyer. He was a short, rotund man with grey hair and glasses and he had a smile as wide as the River Tyne.
‘ Freya! Hello pet, don’t you look well?’ he greeted in his broad Geordie accent.
‘ You look well too Harry. Is Margot here?’ Freya enquired, speaking of Harry’s wife.
‘ No, not tonight pet. She’s sorry to be missing you, but she’s gone to Corfu Town with some of her girl pals for a meal and a show,’ Harry informed her.
‘ Well maybe I’ll pop up and see her later in the week,’ Freya spoke.
‘ She would like that. Hello Nick, nice to see you again,’ Harry said and shook Nicholas by the hand.
‘ Hi Harry. So is everything arranged?’ Nicholas asked him.
‘ Yes, just like you asked for. I’ll show you to your table,’ Harry said.
Harry led the way through the main restaurant where several people were dining. There were plenty of whispers and nudges the moment Nicholas, Freya and Roger walked amongst them.
Harry led them to the courtyard outside where all the tables had been cleared away, except for half a dozen. They had been put together to form one larger table. It was set with a white tablecloth, candles and a dozen white roses. It was the most beautiful table setting Freya had ever seen. There was also a cooler, housing champagne, stood next to the table.
Nicholas smiled as he saw Freya’s face light up.
‘ Right, you’re all set. I’ll start bringing out the food in about fifteen minutes,’ Harry spoke.
‘ That will be perfect,’ Nicholas replied.
Harry left them and Nicholas turned to Roger.
‘ I’ll be just inside, sampling some of the stew. Just call me if you need anything,’ Roger said to him.
‘ Thanks Roger,’ Nicholas replied.
Freya walked up to the table and inhaled deeply as she smelt the roses. They were gorgeous and smelt velvety, soft and sweet. She had always loved the outside eating area at Harry’s. It had a pergola style roof with flowering vines making a leafy canopy and there were lantern style lights suspended from it. At the height of the summer season Harry had live music in this area and when Freya had worked there the events had been extremely popular.
‘ You like the table?’ Nicholas asked her as he stood beside her.
‘ It’s very nice. So did you actually do any work today or did you spend the whole time thinking of ways to impress me?’ Freya wanted to know.
‘ Am I impressing you?’ he asked her.
‘ Is there more to come?’
‘ You’ll have to wait and see.’
‘ Then I’ll let you know at the end of the night,’ Freya answered.
She sat down at the table and let Nicholas pour her some champagne. He sat opposite her and raised his glass.
‘ To our first date,’ Nicholas toasted.
‘ May it not end in tears,’ Freya added as she raised her glass and knocked it against his.
‘ Right, so where shall we start? A first date is usually about getting to know one another so do you want to begin? Ladies first after all,’ Nicholas suggested.
‘ You want to know about me,’ Freya spoke, taking a sip of champagne.
‘ Yes, of course,’ he replied.
‘ I’m pretty much what you see is what you get. Where would you like me to start?’ Freya asked.
‘ I don’t know. Start where you feel comfortable. Put it this way, I was going to skip mentioning my alcohol and prostitute addiction and my bit part in Katie does Kansas ,’ Nicholas told her.
‘ Again, not sure if you are joking or being serious,’ Freya replied.
‘ I’ll keep you guessing. So tell me about your job. You’re a
‘ He can sit with us if he likes. He’s quite amusing,’ Freya replied.
‘ So now you want to date Roger as well as Bruce Willis?’ Nicholas asked her.
‘ Not at the same time obviously, because that would be rude and very unladylike,’ Freya answered.
Before Nicholas could make further comment, Harry came out to greet them in the foyer. He was a short, rotund man with grey hair and glasses and he had a smile as wide as the River Tyne.
‘ Freya! Hello pet, don’t you look well?’ he greeted in his broad Geordie accent.
‘ You look well too Harry. Is Margot here?’ Freya enquired, speaking of Harry’s wife.
‘ No, not tonight pet. She’s sorry to be missing you, but she’s gone to Corfu Town with some of her girl pals for a meal and a show,’ Harry informed her.
‘ Well maybe I’ll pop up and see her later in the week,’ Freya spoke.
‘ She would like that. Hello Nick, nice to see you again,’ Harry said and shook Nicholas by the hand.
‘ Hi Harry. So is everything arranged?’ Nicholas asked him.
‘ Yes, just like you asked for. I’ll show you to your table,’ Harry said.
Harry led the way through the main restaurant where several people were dining. There were plenty of whispers and nudges the moment Nicholas, Freya and Roger walked amongst them.
Harry led them to the courtyard outside where all the tables had been cleared away, except for half a dozen. They had been put together to form one larger table. It was set with a white tablecloth, candles and a dozen white roses. It was the most beautiful table setting Freya had ever seen. There was also a cooler, housing champagne, stood next to the table.
Nicholas smiled as he saw Freya’s face light up.
‘ Right, you’re all set. I’ll start bringing out the food in about fifteen minutes,’ Harry spoke.
‘ That will be perfect,’ Nicholas replied.
Harry left them and Nicholas turned to Roger.
‘ I’ll be just inside, sampling some of the stew. Just call me if you need anything,’ Roger said to him.
‘ Thanks Roger,’ Nicholas replied.
Freya walked up to the table and inhaled deeply as she smelt the roses. They were gorgeous and smelt velvety, soft and sweet. She had always loved the outside eating area at Harry’s. It had a pergola style roof with flowering vines making a leafy canopy and there were lantern style lights suspended from it. At the height of the summer season Harry had live music in this area and when Freya had worked there the events had been extremely popular.
‘ You like the table?’ Nicholas asked her as he stood beside her.
‘ It’s very nice. So did you actually do any work today or did you spend the whole time thinking of ways to impress me?’ Freya wanted to know.
‘ Am I impressing you?’ he asked her.
‘ Is there more to come?’
‘ You’ll have to wait and see.’
‘ Then I’ll let you know at the end of the night,’ Freya answered.
She sat down at the table and let Nicholas pour her some champagne. He sat opposite her and raised his glass.
‘ To our first date,’ Nicholas toasted.
‘ May it not end in tears,’ Freya added as she raised her glass and knocked it against his.
‘ Right, so where shall we start? A first date is usually about getting to know one another so do you want to begin? Ladies first after all,’ Nicholas suggested.
‘ You want to know about me,’ Freya spoke, taking a sip of champagne.
‘ Yes, of course,’ he replied.
‘ I’m pretty much what you see is what you get. Where would you like me to start?’ Freya asked.
‘ I don’t know. Start where you feel comfortable. Put it this way, I was going to skip mentioning my alcohol and prostitute addiction and my bit part in Katie does Kansas ,’ Nicholas told her.
‘ Again, not sure if you are joking or being serious,’ Freya replied.
‘ I’ll keep you guessing. So tell me about your job. You’re a
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