Harry's POV
"This way to your table, is it just you two?" The ageless waitress asks.
"No, we have two more coming." I answer following Grace who was following the waitress. My hand rested on the lower portion of her back, feeling her hips sway in that sexy way.
"Okay, I'll bring out some more place settings." She leaves us to a table for four against the window.
Grace and I sit on opposite sides of the table, in the seats closest to the window. "Can I get you guys anything to drink just for now?" The waitress sets the place settings for Nadia and Isabella next to each of us.
"Could I get a glass of water?" Grace asks, smiling, like always.
"Yeah, and you, Sir?" The waitress asks.
"A water for me too." I smile.
I look at Grace and instantly start thinking of the trip to meet her parents making my stomach feel hallow, maybe that was just hunger.
"Oh look, Table Topics! I love this game!" She grabs a glass container from the side of the table with red cards in it. "Do you know how to play?" She asks taking the lid off the container.
"No, what is it?" I ask, first examining the contents of the boxy container then looking up to Grace.
"Each card has a question wrote on it and you each answer the question or you take turns answering." She explains.
"Let's play!" I say interested into getting to know more about Grace.
"Okay first card." She looks down to the red colored card. "Where would you choose to live if you had to leave this country."
"I guess England." I laugh. "My turn!" I reach to the stack, picking out a card. "What was your favorite game to play as a child?"
"My favorite game was," She pauses, licking her lips. "Monopoly, for board games or chutes and ladders!" She quickly adds. She races into the stack, pulling a random question for me, "What was your favorite childhood meal?" She asks.
"Well I always enjoyed writing on my toast with food coloring when I was young." I say remembering Gemma and I writing on our toast on Sunday morning then going and watching the television.
"That's cute." She giggles, looking at me admiration in her eyes.
"What was your grandmother's signature dish?" I read off the card.
"Well my Grandmother on my mother's side we would see for holidays usually, you know like thanksgiving and Christmas, sometimes Easter. It's not exactly a dish but she would make amazing bread pudding, I'm telling you, this woman can cook!" She giggles.
"That's sweet, is she still alive? If you don't mind me asking?"
"Yeah, she's only 60, she was a really young mother." She smiles. "What do you dream your life will be like in 10 years?"
"Erm, that's hard." I pause, itching my head. "Maybe married, or soon to me. Happy, that's all I want." I smile.
"That's a good way to put it, I like that!" She smiles.
"Which piece of land would you preserve forever?" I read off the piece of card stock.
"I'd say," She pauses, rummaging through her brain, like a file cabinet. "East pine lake." She answers, "My family has been going there for 6 generations, all of our close family goes there every year or so, my uncle has a cabin up there."
"That's nice, where is that?" I ask.
"It's in Montana." She answers, before drawing another card. "Which activities make you loose track of time?" She asks, acting like a game show host, reading off of the card.
"Well, music. Whether it's writing or performing." I say, shrugging, telling full honesty.
"Your turn!" She slides the box closer to me, leading me to pull another card.
I read, "What is your one dream or aspiration?" I look up from the text meeting her gorgeous stare.
"Well," She pauses, "I've always wanted to have my own clothing line. That catered to all sizes petite to plus sizing. I want everyone to feel beautiful." She answers.
"That is truly beautiful. It's strange to say that but it just shows how kind hearted you are. How much you care about other people." I say, honestly admiring her. Someone with such a kind heart, kind soul. And she's mine.
I examine her soft features, her cheekbones cascading under themselves making wonderful cheek definition. How her dimple popped up anytime she would converse or just simply smile. I loved it! Her small nose crinkled when she laughed, seasoning a giddy side to her grin.
"I try." She winks, holding her tongue between her teeth she giggles.
"Oh, table topics!" I hear Isabella's voice say from the end of the table, startling me. I guess I should start being a little more aware of my surroundings.
"Yeah, come on you guys sit down!" Grace invites them to sit. Thank God Isabella chose to sit next to me, leaving Nadia next to Grace.
"Oo, my turn!" Isabella snags a card, anxiously.
