wants everything perfect and for everyone to file into line when need be.
We were sat right away, we never waited for a table here, it was like we were royalty. The commanding presence Kevin was giving off was invigorating. Kevin did his typical routine of reviewing the menu even though his order never changed. When he put his menu down, he stared into my eyes. The fierce prominent stare made me nervous, I didn't know what was going through his mind. My breathing hesitated for a second, my knees squeezed together with angst.
"Let me guess, Gon-Gon Boat." I tried to break the tension that filled the air.
"Yeah, yeah. I know predictability. We can share it like we always do if you want."
"Now wouldn't that be lovely."
We were quickly interrupted by the waiter, who appeared rushed or overwhelmed with the busy dinner crowd.
"Hi, my name is George and I will be taking care of you tonight. Can I start you off with something to drink?"
"George, don't you have a home? Just kidding, do you remember me?" Kevin hesitated for a second, "Doesn't matter, I'll take a Macallan '27 on the rocks. My wife will have a glass of Cheval Blanc '47. And we are going to split the Gon-Gon."
Scribbling in his little notepad, “Matter of fact, I do remember you. Did you ever go and check out...”
Kevin quickly cut him off “No I didn’t ever find the time George. I’m on a date with my wife, we will talk about it another time.”
“Oh and George, please don’t put on a show. Kevin doesn’t enjoy it. Thanks hun,” Shooting George a flirty smile.
Kevin hated the show and the attention but he never told them not to do thinking they would spit in his food or something, I am sure the staff hated doing it just as much as Kevin hated watching it.
Not sure what the two of them were talking about, Kevin should have no business with a waiter. George left us to go retrieve our drinks.
“What was that about?”
“Just business, I will talk to him another time. Don’t worry about. So what do you want to talk about?”
“As if you already didn’t know? We have lost our connection, we don’t talk to each other. Your consumed in your work, you didn’t even come on vacation with us.”
He sat there looking at me, contemplating his next move. Tapping his fingers on the table I see his brain working hard calculating his next sentence. Running his hand through his slicked back black hair.
“There is just a lot of problems there that need my attention. Buena Vista is having major issues that we just can’t seem to fix. It has just started to rain and it is about to pour.”
“That’s no excuse for ignoring us at home. We need you there too.”
“I know. Just under a lot of stress. I will be better I promise.”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
He shook his head, Kevin never dragged me into his business issues, just his successes. He looked at me with disappointed eyes. Grabbing my hands he started to caress the top of them. I could see he was begging for forgiveness even though he was never one to ask for it. He always wanted to assume he was right and never did anything wrong. I couldn’t hold a grudge against him after all. His sharp jawline, his masculine powerful presence--he is my fantasy.
“You know I could never stay mad at you. I just need you to be here with me, with us.”
“I am working on it. Can we enjoy the rest of the night now?”
I nodded my head. The service was quick tonight, George brought our drinks and meal at the same time. I lifted my glass to give Kevin a cheers and he returns it followed by chugging his entire drink down letting out a big ‘ahh’ when he finished. I could tell he was stressed, he never drank like that. Picking up my chopsticks I start to casually eat the Tempura shrimp, cucumber, and avocado rolls that rested on my side of the ship. Kevin was never shy and started to shovel in his portion of the meal.
He called George over to get him another drink, finishing his meal. Those hazel
We were sat right away, we never waited for a table here, it was like we were royalty. The commanding presence Kevin was giving off was invigorating. Kevin did his typical routine of reviewing the menu even though his order never changed. When he put his menu down, he stared into my eyes. The fierce prominent stare made me nervous, I didn't know what was going through his mind. My breathing hesitated for a second, my knees squeezed together with angst.
"Let me guess, Gon-Gon Boat." I tried to break the tension that filled the air.
"Yeah, yeah. I know predictability. We can share it like we always do if you want."
"Now wouldn't that be lovely."
We were quickly interrupted by the waiter, who appeared rushed or overwhelmed with the busy dinner crowd.
"Hi, my name is George and I will be taking care of you tonight. Can I start you off with something to drink?"
"George, don't you have a home? Just kidding, do you remember me?" Kevin hesitated for a second, "Doesn't matter, I'll take a Macallan '27 on the rocks. My wife will have a glass of Cheval Blanc '47. And we are going to split the Gon-Gon."
Scribbling in his little notepad, “Matter of fact, I do remember you. Did you ever go and check out...”
Kevin quickly cut him off “No I didn’t ever find the time George. I’m on a date with my wife, we will talk about it another time.”
“Oh and George, please don’t put on a show. Kevin doesn’t enjoy it. Thanks hun,” Shooting George a flirty smile.
Kevin hated the show and the attention but he never told them not to do thinking they would spit in his food or something, I am sure the staff hated doing it just as much as Kevin hated watching it.
Not sure what the two of them were talking about, Kevin should have no business with a waiter. George left us to go retrieve our drinks.
“What was that about?”
“Just business, I will talk to him another time. Don’t worry about. So what do you want to talk about?”
“As if you already didn’t know? We have lost our connection, we don’t talk to each other. Your consumed in your work, you didn’t even come on vacation with us.”
He sat there looking at me, contemplating his next move. Tapping his fingers on the table I see his brain working hard calculating his next sentence. Running his hand through his slicked back black hair.
“There is just a lot of problems there that need my attention. Buena Vista is having major issues that we just can’t seem to fix. It has just started to rain and it is about to pour.”
“That’s no excuse for ignoring us at home. We need you there too.”
“I know. Just under a lot of stress. I will be better I promise.”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
He shook his head, Kevin never dragged me into his business issues, just his successes. He looked at me with disappointed eyes. Grabbing my hands he started to caress the top of them. I could see he was begging for forgiveness even though he was never one to ask for it. He always wanted to assume he was right and never did anything wrong. I couldn’t hold a grudge against him after all. His sharp jawline, his masculine powerful presence--he is my fantasy.
“You know I could never stay mad at you. I just need you to be here with me, with us.”
“I am working on it. Can we enjoy the rest of the night now?”
I nodded my head. The service was quick tonight, George brought our drinks and meal at the same time. I lifted my glass to give Kevin a cheers and he returns it followed by chugging his entire drink down letting out a big ‘ahh’ when he finished. I could tell he was stressed, he never drank like that. Picking up my chopsticks I start to casually eat the Tempura shrimp, cucumber, and avocado rolls that rested on my side of the ship. Kevin was never shy and started to shovel in his portion of the meal.
He called George over to get him another drink, finishing his meal. Those hazel
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