Devin pulled up to Mario’s Pasta House. He lucked up and found an open spot fairly close to the entrance. He texted the number he had for her.
"I'm here... where are you?"
Not getting an answer Devin walked to the front desk. The restaurant was packed. He noticed that it wasn’t a formal fine dining spot. It was more chic and contemporary. Most of the patrons were sporting dressy casual attire.
"Williams please, table for two."
"Ah right this way sir."
Devin followed behind him until they came to a booth near the rear of the restaurant.
"May I start you off with a drink sir?"
"I'll take a glass of your house wine please."
"Very well sir, I'll return shortly."
Devin smiled when he heard his phone chime.
"I'm here, at the front desk."
"Ask for the Williams table."
Devin was all nerves.
"Where is my damn wine he muttered?"
Devin was so lost in thought that he didn't see her walk up to his table.
"Hello?"
He knew that musical voice anywhere.
"Ebony?" In one motion he was standing.
"Have a seat please."
"My, my you are quite handsome." She smiled.
Devin smiled.
"Your voice doesn't do you justice. You are simply stunning.”
He enjoyed the way her face flushed.
The waited approached their table interrupting their gawking session.
"May I start the lady off with a drink?"
"What are you having?” She tapped his wine glass.
"House wine."
She smiled up at the waiter. "I'll have the same please."
"Actually, why don't you bring us a bottle?” Devin suggested.
They ordered appetizers. Neither of them were hungry.
"So, this is a really nice place.”
Ebony looked around and admired the modern decorations.
"I think so too but...”
"But what?” She asked as she leaned forward.
"I just can’t stop looking at you. What is your ethnicity if you do not mind me asking?
She leaned in more and picked up his whine glass.
He watched as she ran her fingers up and down the stem.
"I'm Trinidadian and Caucasian.'
"Really? An island girl huh?
"Well I haven't been to the islands since I was sixteen. My mother was from the States and she wanted to come back desperately. My father on the other hand did not.
"What did they do?”
Devin was lost in her eyes. It was as if she had a spell on him.
"They compromised."
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Running Her Mouth
General FictionMeet Kandii and her Husband Devin. They are one of the most dysfunctional couples you will ever meet. Kandii has more then a few insecurities and her Husband doesn't seem to notice or care. Will she shed her extra pounds and be the woman she wants t...
