Devour You

35

Victoria

I'm speechless. From the elevated patio that Rio guides me to, my light brown eyes gloss under the aligned lightbulbs canvased above the high and floating floor, when we step out onto the terrain.

My bare lips do indeed part, but I simply cannot find the words. Rio leaves my amazed side to head toward the small table, to pull out one chair out of the two. He stands watching me, his chocolate brown irises glimmering ever so gallantly.

Inside my deliberate rising chest, my racing heart pounds immensely. At the sight of Rio stood in his dark suit, at the sight of the serenity he embellished for me.
Finally, I gather the words to spit.

"You did this..." I state, rather question, tone intrigued and soft. Rio twitches his full lips, his angled faced almost permanently softened and eased. He never peels his perceptive eyes off of me.

"I might've made some reservations." He shrugs seemingly careless, and I crack a thankful smile. Then he gestures down to the seat, a moment. "C'mon let's eat." He adds huskily, sweeping his tongue across his lips briefly. I swallow lightly, and begin in my steps to approach his tall figure. I claim the seat before either of us scoot myself in. Rio makes his way around to claim his own, across from me.

I noticed the smooth and calm music quietly fluxing around us, on the high patio. I admire it, whatever the instrumental song is. My gaze averts up to the night sky; recognizing the starry abyss just above the luminous lights crossed upon the poles of each corner of the deck. The dimly lit lightbulbs put on quite the romantic show.

A polite 'good evening' pulls my attention, when I turn to meet the eyes of the waitress. The brunette hands each of us a dinner menu, before sending a friendly smile when Rio thanks her. I thank her, too, before she offers a grin in turn and walks off.
Opening the long menu, I scan across the sundry of dinner specials - from sizzling t-bone steaks to mouth watering fruit parfaits - I'm abundantly mazed at what to settle on for the limitless dilemma.

Which doesn't stupor me; I've always taken forever to finally decide on the perfect craving.

And just when my eyes land on a decent sounding meal, the waitress arrives again. "Ready to order, loves?" She beams, and I glimpse at Rio, but he gestures for me to order first. I clear my throat.
"I'll have the filet mignon, please." I submit. She jots it down onto the notepad in her grasp, before taking Rio's - in which he ordered the same thing I did without a sliver of thought.

"And can I get a glass of red wine?" I ask gently. The brunette nods firmly. "Sure, which one?"

My arched brows raise a moment, and I peek inside the menu for the list of crimson wines. "Uhh..."

"We'll take the House Special." The suited gentlemen before me states instead, and the waitress jots it down before disappearing behind the tall double doors that lead back into the building.

I take in a smooth breath, when the two of us are left alone, and I latch onto the gangster's deep irises - that are already settled on me. Rio's brown orbs are twinkling imperceptibly, as if he's prepared to enter questioning. Then his full lips part.

"Tell me about your family, Ms. Stone." He starts lowly, searching my brown eyes from across the table, leaned back in his chair. "You don't speak of them much." He adds. I purse my lips, and breathe.
"Ann's all I have." I say. "Aside from my niece, Abby." I tug at my lip, recalling the last time I spoke to Ann, which was only over the phone. My brows furrow, when I feel a slight frown tug at my lips. "I haven't spoke to her in almost a week, from when I called her back at that hotel..." I trail in realization.