Opal, a swing jazz singer finds herself in a new town and is ready to continue her life finally free from the chains of her home life. What happens when her initial desire for freedom and happiness turns into something more sinister and dark when sh...
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A waiter led us to a table sat next to a window with a view of the garden of roses outside. Alastor pulled out my chair for me as I run my hands down the back of my legs, fixing my dress before I reached the seat. We order our drinks and thank the waiter before they proceed on with their duties.
My gaze lingers on the roses outside, not noticing how the man across from me stared at me with piercing eyes. "You seem very fond of them" he broke our table silence, the chatter from the rest of the shop going quiet to us.
My gaze shifts back to him, "I am..they remind me of my father. He always had one for me whenever he came home from work..they've been my favorite ever since.." my eyes drop to the wooden table as I resist the urge to let tears fall.
Alastor wasn't very sure how to comfort another person, so you can be sure how thankful he was when the waiter returned with our drinks, forcing the topic to change. "Have we decided on what we will be having this evening?" The waiter asked, notepad and pen in hand prepared.
I quickly blink away any tears that threaten to fall and look at Alastor curiously. He found this look rather cute. "I'll have whatever he's having" I stated, not really knowing what to pick as everything on the menu seems foreign to me.
"Two servings of your jambalaya, my good man" Alastor spoke with that ever so charming smile of his. The waiter gave a prompt nod before walking away once more. Alastor and I continue to converse about roses and other interests before I shifted the conversation to him. "Tell me, whats like it hosting your very own radio show?"
I intertwined my fingers, sitting my chin on top of my hands, I watch as he takes his middle finger the push up his glasses while chucking. "Its truly wonderful darling. My mother often said I was quite the chatterbox growing up. She always knew I'd put that to use in the future" it was his turn to avert his gaze, cursing himself to not let a single sign of vulnerability be shown.
Noticing this I continue, "How long have you been hosting?" "Its been almost two decades darling! I remember starting out with absolutely no idea of what I was doing" he exclaimed. Soon the waiter returned with our meals, it smelt heavenly. "This looks delicious, thank you" I thank the waiter as Alastor does the same.
Alastor watches my reaction as I take my first bite into the flavorful food. With a raised brow, I look up surprised at the man across from as his grin widens. "How does it taste, dear?" He asked knowing that I thought it was absolutely delicious merely from my face alone.
"It's exquisite! I've never had such a meal though it tastes heavenly" I take another spoon full with one hand, using the other to cover my mouth as I chew. Alastor merely chuckles as he starts to enjoy his identical meal. - Alastor and I walk side by side, my arm hooked in his, down the streets, greeting his listeners and my regulars from the lounge. I wont pretend like I haven't noticed the looks the brunette, who was currently leading me back home, had been shooting towards certain people.
