included Genovese's obituary in one of the letters which stated he died in a "tragic accident" and would "never be forgotten". The picture showed a surprisingly beautiful woman as his "wife", though I wondered just how much she really knew. I had debated going to the funeral just to see the coffin lowered into the ground at the end, but had decided against it. I wanted to cleanse my life, not muddy it back up.
I slid on a pair of jeans, a pair of black heels and a semi-translucent black button-up that framed my body perfectly. I pulled my hair up into a high ponytail and headed out to work. The night went on in its usual manner—a blur of customers, laughing, and delicious food.
Towards the end of the night Tammy, my trainer had to leave early, but decided I would be fine on my own. I stood at the host booth, idly writing notes to myself on things I had to pick up from the store when I heard the door in front of me open. Without lifting my head I greeted a "table for -?"
When I looked up, my eyes met sultry green ones, and tussled bronze locks. I gasped and dropped my pen, my heart stopping. "Michael, why are you here." I frowned, shifting uncomfortably.
"You look good, cara mia. You're a sight for sore eyes." He smiled sadly, moving towards me.
I grabbed a menu and turned on my heel, mumbling a "this way." I led him towards the back of the restaurant to a cozy table and pulled his chair out, stepping out of his way.
"Your server will be with you shortly."
"Actually, I'd like you to be my server." His eyes sparkled with amusement, knowing that I couldn't turn him down. I sighed and placed his menu in front of him, resting my hand on my hip.
"What would you like to drink?"
"How have you been?"
"What. Would you like. To drink." I said again through clenched teeth.
"You're not being very friendly, Gabriella." He said my name in a sing-song voice, though the teasing manner didn't reach his eyes.
"I'm fine. I'm also at work. Can we move on now?" I said impatiently, my foot tapping against the hardwood.
"How about a Yuengling?"
I nodded and turned on my heel, heading for the bar. The bartender quickly filled the tall glass and I made it back to the table in record time. I placed the glass in front of him and a straw just in case he wanted it, though I had never seen anyone drink beer through a straw.
"When you're ready to order just signal me over," I mumbled, and turned on my heel ready to get as far away as I could.
"Actually I was hoping you could tell me what was good on the menu?" he mentioned, causing me to turn back around.
"Gabriella, I just want to know how you are. I think about you every day, I just want to talk to you." He frowned, his eyes pleading with me.
"I'm fine. Really. I have a beautiful place to live, I'm happy with my job, and things are going okay. Thank you for asking."
He nodded thoughtfully, happy enough to not press the matter any further.
"Maybe we could get a drink sometime?" he asked hopefully, chewing at his bottom lip.
"Probably not. The specials tonight are a T-bone with roasted potatoes and garlic sautéed asparagus. Chicken parm. And the clubhouse burger." I was careful to keep my eyes away from him, not wanting to see the look on his face.
"The burger is fine. Do you think you'll ever change your mind?"
"I don't see that happening. How do you want it?"
"Medium. And I've changed a lot, Brie. I just want to show you that."
"I'm going to go put your order in."
And with that I was charging across the room towards the kitchen. I dropped the ticket off and headed back to my post, seating another couple moments later. Within 15 minutes I found myself walking back to the kitchen to get his food. I placed it in front of him, warning him of the hot plate.
"Do you need anything else?"
"Some of your time?"
"Something I'm actually going to give you."
“Another beer."
After getting his beer I left him to his meal, but I could feel his eyes on me as I moved around the room. I
I slid on a pair of jeans, a pair of black heels and a semi-translucent black button-up that framed my body perfectly. I pulled my hair up into a high ponytail and headed out to work. The night went on in its usual manner—a blur of customers, laughing, and delicious food.
Towards the end of the night Tammy, my trainer had to leave early, but decided I would be fine on my own. I stood at the host booth, idly writing notes to myself on things I had to pick up from the store when I heard the door in front of me open. Without lifting my head I greeted a "table for -?"
When I looked up, my eyes met sultry green ones, and tussled bronze locks. I gasped and dropped my pen, my heart stopping. "Michael, why are you here." I frowned, shifting uncomfortably.
"You look good, cara mia. You're a sight for sore eyes." He smiled sadly, moving towards me.
I grabbed a menu and turned on my heel, mumbling a "this way." I led him towards the back of the restaurant to a cozy table and pulled his chair out, stepping out of his way.
"Your server will be with you shortly."
"Actually, I'd like you to be my server." His eyes sparkled with amusement, knowing that I couldn't turn him down. I sighed and placed his menu in front of him, resting my hand on my hip.
"What would you like to drink?"
"How have you been?"
"What. Would you like. To drink." I said again through clenched teeth.
"You're not being very friendly, Gabriella." He said my name in a sing-song voice, though the teasing manner didn't reach his eyes.
"I'm fine. I'm also at work. Can we move on now?" I said impatiently, my foot tapping against the hardwood.
"How about a Yuengling?"
I nodded and turned on my heel, heading for the bar. The bartender quickly filled the tall glass and I made it back to the table in record time. I placed the glass in front of him and a straw just in case he wanted it, though I had never seen anyone drink beer through a straw.
"When you're ready to order just signal me over," I mumbled, and turned on my heel ready to get as far away as I could.
"Actually I was hoping you could tell me what was good on the menu?" he mentioned, causing me to turn back around.
"Gabriella, I just want to know how you are. I think about you every day, I just want to talk to you." He frowned, his eyes pleading with me.
"I'm fine. Really. I have a beautiful place to live, I'm happy with my job, and things are going okay. Thank you for asking."
He nodded thoughtfully, happy enough to not press the matter any further.
"Maybe we could get a drink sometime?" he asked hopefully, chewing at his bottom lip.
"Probably not. The specials tonight are a T-bone with roasted potatoes and garlic sautéed asparagus. Chicken parm. And the clubhouse burger." I was careful to keep my eyes away from him, not wanting to see the look on his face.
"The burger is fine. Do you think you'll ever change your mind?"
"I don't see that happening. How do you want it?"
"Medium. And I've changed a lot, Brie. I just want to show you that."
"I'm going to go put your order in."
And with that I was charging across the room towards the kitchen. I dropped the ticket off and headed back to my post, seating another couple moments later. Within 15 minutes I found myself walking back to the kitchen to get his food. I placed it in front of him, warning him of the hot plate.
"Do you need anything else?"
"Some of your time?"
"Something I'm actually going to give you."
“Another beer."
After getting his beer I left him to his meal, but I could feel his eyes on me as I moved around the room. I
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