WAVES | t.h

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The beauty and mystery of the ocean, fills our lives with wonders, vast beyond our imagination
~M.L Borges
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  "For a restaurant that's right by the sea, they do have a large lack of fish." B/f/n said, her eyes peering at the pages in the menu we had been given, which had a black cover with a white conch shell on the front done in embroidery.

  My eyes glanced at her for a moment before I flipped through my menu which I had also been peering at in wonder of all the food choices that they had to offer. So far I had come across a variety of locally styled dishes which all seemed like they would be heaven on earth to taste.

  I came across the sea food section and my eyebrows furrowed, she was right, there were only four seafood options on the menu.

  Prawns, oysters, hake, and calamari.

   I was surprised to see oysters in the mix because it's not something a lot of people seem to enjoy, though I do. I've found ways to make them taste good enough to eat. Though I can agree they do look like blobs of squish served inside of a black shell. With a little bit of Tabasco, salt, pepper, lemon juice and perhaps a shot of vodka on the side, it's not too bad.

  "You're right. Odd." I agreed.

    "You know what they do have though?" Her eyes left the menu to meet mine in a sinister and sly smirk that hid something of an amusement.

  I smirked in return, "What?"

  She flipped her menu around to point at an item on the menu in great interest and I immediately saw what she meant and I let out an involuntary satisfied sigh and slumped down in my seat a little bit.

  "Garlic bread.." We said in a unison of joy.

   "I love garlic bread." I sighed.

   She smiled at my desired state and nodded in agreement, pulling her menu around again to look at it again, scanning over the various options of bread that the restaurant had to offer. I had gotten a peek and it was a few various choices of bread that all were probably mouth watering.

  Speaking of, the waitress who had helped us to the table soon arrived with a small basket with four little bread rolls in it and little holders that can be peeled to reveal butter inside. The breads golden brown graciousness had my eyes trailing onto them and never off of them when they had been placed down onto the table.

   B/f/n and I shared a look as soon as we came back to our senses and the sinister smile that had once been on our faces returned very quickly, and so we dived in.

  We cut open a roll of bread each and began layering the canary colored butter onto the glory that had been blessed upon us by that very nice waitress who's name I hadn't gotten a chance to look at via her name tag. She seemed nice though. I appreciated her for her grace in bringing us this glory that is bread.

   As if choreographed, we both took a bite of the bread at the same time and immediately let out a satisfied sigh before slumping down in our seats in delight. It tasted like an angel had taken a glorious seat on my taste buds and given it a gentle kiss before flying away back to wherever it came from.

  "Did you know?-" B/f/n swallowed, "That a rolled up piece of bread used to be used to erase pencils before rubber erasers were invented?" She facted, holding her piece of bread in one hand and motioning with the other as if she were a teacher of some sorts.