Learn The Game

ALFRED

Chapter 20

When she had asked me the question of how I knew the wine, I had a flash back...

We were in California I was only six, Mom and Dad were in the front seats laughing and singing along to the radio. Moms arm was out the window letting the wind hit her arm gently. Her light blonde hair flying everywhere because of the breeze. Her tan skin was darker than usual because we were outside swimming for most of the day. Her Bright blue eyes were warming and gentle. And Dad was smiling at her with passion and love inside of his eyes. His dark brown hair was a bit messy from the wind as well.  I was in a white time warp 1962 jeep Willys. We were out in the country part of California, that's what my parents called it. We were passing multiple wine farms. I had asked Dad why we were driving out here, and he spoke with a smile on his face. "Because someday you are going to live on one of these."  I smiled at him happily because it was nice out there.

I came back to reality Tatum was staring at me waiting for a answer, I cleared my throat through it already was. "Because my father was into wine." I gave her a crooked smile, and she smiled in return. The memory was so warm and colorful, now I don't know what color looks like anymore. 

The waiter came back asking what we want for our meal. As he asked he poured in the expensive wine into our glasses. Tatum wanted Escargot and I just went with what she asked for. I've been to France before but I never to the time to learn the culture or anything else, then again I was only like seven. I sat there looking at the wine and inside my head I saw my mother and father sitting at a wooden table with me tasting different wines, and as the memory started to fade away my mothers smile stayed in my mind.

"So I'm guessing you got the same thing as me, because you didn't know  what to choose or because you wanted to impress me that you can eat snails?" I looked at her she was smiling with all teeth, and that had lighten the mood.

"Wait, there...snails!?" Why would people eat snails, why did I have to get what she was getting?!

She laughed lightly, which I smiled at because it was to hear her laugh. "Yes there snails that has garlic, butter, and porcelain on them and you can eat them with french bread. Don't worry there delicious." She smiled at me trying to not make me throw up.

The young man came back with two plates of snails. They were stuffed in a clay like shell, the snails were a dark green almost. I looked up at Tatum she was already digging into the food not thinking twice of what the food is and what it looked like. I picked one out of the shell dipped it in some butter and garlic, then stuffed it in my mouth. I had my eyes shut and ready to taste how bad it was, but it turned out it wasn't as bad as I thought.

Tatum laughed at me as she saw my disgusted up face, when I ate the first one. "Well how do they taste?" She smiled looking at me then the snails.

I smiled at her. "There not half bad." I took another one and ate it.

After our meal I payed our bill, through Tatum was trying to pay as well but I told her that I had it under control. But she couldn't hold herself back so she decided to throw in a tip for the waiter.

Tatum and I had walked out of the restaurant and ventrally we were back at my car, but I continued to walk. Tatum stood their confused, as if I have no idea that my car was one of the most expensive cars ever.

"Where are you going, I thought-" I turned around looking at her, she was leaning against the car. Her high heels made her legs look more defined and her dress was just showing off her figure.

"You thought I would take you out to eat then send you back home, no not just yet." I smiled at her with all teeth, I walked up to her and grabbed her hand and stared right into her beautiful bright hazel green eyes.  "Come with me." I said in a low voice but it came out gentle which surprised me.