Raimondo's eyes studied my face and stopped at my hair. Instinctively, I brushed my hand over my head to make sure my hair wasn't flying all over the place. He immediately looked away and clenched his fist.
“I was thinking...” Jeff began.
I quickly learned that every time he started his sentence with those three words it meant nothing but trouble.
“What if I give you two some privacy...” he smirked. I gave him a threatening look. “I mean, I really have to go... I have a gig tonight and I need to practice with the fellas.” He finished.
“You sing?” I was surprised. He didn't look like the type.
“There's a lot you don't know about me girly,” he finished his food and grabbed his coat. “Be nice,” he smacked Raimondo on the shoulder and left.
I still had a lot of questions I wanted to ask him. Like how he managed to be friends with a man that can't remember anything? I wanted to break into tears because he just introduced himself to me like he's never met me before... could I really handle doing this everyday?
“We know each other.” Raimondo frowned avoiding my eyes.
I didn't reply partly because I didn't know how to and partly because I was afraid of what outcome any answer may produce.
“Audrie,” he whispered “346?.” He frowned again lifting his head this time.
I nodded.
“We know each other?” he repeated but his time it was a question asking to be answered.
“No, we don't. We just see each other from time to time.” I answered honestly after a long pause.
I waited for his response but it never came.
The waitress came and took his order. Waiting for his order, he kept his eyes on me while I ate which made me extremely uncomfortable.
“So,” I broke the silence. “What do you do.” I asked even though I already knew the answer to that question.
“I drive.”
“Cool-”
“Remind me, I know that I know you. I can't remember but I could feel it.”
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Remembering Raimondo (Complete)
ChickLitInstead my attention was focused on who I saw seated in the restaurant. His eyes were on the screen in the corner of the room. I knew that because my gaze used to be directed in that direction while I mopped the floors at night. Without warning, he...
