Connie was glad she'd gotten the restaurant recommendation from Meegan. She could hear in the designer's voice - her friend's voice - disappointment at not being able to celebrate the day, but she was promised a very-soon date for their hopefully customary foursome dinner.
Watching Nyra's eyes dart about, taking in the elegant presentation of the space, gave her a bit of a giggle. Knowing her lover was appreciating it on several different levels, not the very least on artistic merit, she wore a wide smile when sitting across from the shining beauty.
Though Nyra's thanks weren't necessary - indeed nothing Connie did for Nyra required thanks, but they were still appreciated - the vampire felt obliged to respond. "You're quite welcome. I know you've been wanting to try something new, so I asked around. I hope the food is as good as the presentation... I'm pretty sure it will be or it wouldn't have been recommended..." Besides, would Meegan steered her wrong?
"I think I'm going to have," Connie said, poring over the huge menu, "the pasta fagioli, and probably the eggplant parmesan with a side of steamed broccoli. Without the alfredo sauce." When the waiter arrived with water, placing the glasses gently on a pair of small cork coasters, he recited the house specials. Speaking up, Connie mentioned Nyra's allergies, and asked the waiter if he had any recommendations about vegan appetizers. He commented on the fresh bruscetta, with tomato basil garlic and olive oil on gently toasted italian bread, as well as the home-made pasta fagioli and minestrone soups.
"We also have an interesting new dish called insalata braccio di ferro, which is avocados, vegan cheese, and seitan bacon... You ladies are the first to ask me since its creation... Would you mind being gih... our taste testers?"
Impeccable Italian Dining
The limo whisking the two women away for a special evening pulled up in front of a lovely italian restaurant. The name Enzo's meant nothing to Nyra, when she saw the discrete sign but her appreciation of the owners taste went up considerably as they entered. The host was a very gracious man that quickly found them a quiet table in the elegant space. They sat near the dance floor but not next to it and Nyra vowed to enjoy the music while they ate.
With a thankful smile to their host the artist took the menu while knowning Connie would not have brought her here if they could not accommodate her eating habits. The candle light bathed her lover's face in its golden glow adding to the romantic atmosphere. Glancing briefly at the house specialties, the vegan soon flipped through the fine paper pages for the small veggie section. She was not disappointed by their amazing sounding offerings. Deciding upon the tomato based dish rather than the garlic based dish in deference of their 'date' before petting Connie's hand lightly.
"Thank you for bringing me here. Its amazing."
Connie
17 years ago
Nyra
17 years ago
Humbled by the protective nature of her date and the quick accommodation of the waiter, Nyra smiled contentedly. Her diet was well tolerated here even though it was less the norm than in Oregon. She wondered about several things the waiter said but decided rather than interrogate him, she would simply trust the service to do their best. Putting herself into their hands she closed the menu.
"Thank you so much. I would gladly have whatever the you and the chef recommend from start to finish. Do you happen to offer Italian Sodas? I do not drink."
Listening carefully to the waiter describe their flavored syrup and sparkling water sodas made her very pleased. Ordering the Cranberry over the Pomegranate she thanked the man as he finished writing everything down. Her smile could have been used to light the restaurant, she was beaming so brightly. Covering Connie's hand with her own she could feel the love shine through as well.
"Meegan has excellent taste. We really should have them over for dinner or send her a thank you note for recommending this place."
Waiting until the waiter had dispersed before smiling up through her lashes at her lover. "Happy birthday Connie. Thank you for wanting to spend it with me. I love you so much."
"Thank you so much. I would gladly have whatever the you and the chef recommend from start to finish. Do you happen to offer Italian Sodas? I do not drink."
Listening carefully to the waiter describe their flavored syrup and sparkling water sodas made her very pleased. Ordering the Cranberry over the Pomegranate she thanked the man as he finished writing everything down. Her smile could have been used to light the restaurant, she was beaming so brightly. Covering Connie's hand with her own she could feel the love shine through as well.
"Meegan has excellent taste. We really should have them over for dinner or send her a thank you note for recommending this place."
Waiting until the waiter had dispersed before smiling up through her lashes at her lover. "Happy birthday Connie. Thank you for wanting to spend it with me. I love you so much."
Connie
17 years ago
Connie gazed upon Nyra lovingly, blushing at her comments and compliments. "I'm very glad to be able to spend it with you, Nyra. Thank -you-. The last nine months with you have been the best of my life." She idly stroked the dextrous hand - that talented, sensual hand - as it rested on her own. Her mind drifted in two paths, but the beaming smile before her garnered her attention yet again.
"This may sound somewhat odd, but what do you want to do for my birthday? The night is open before us, after dinner... and while I would like to have us end up back at our home eventually, everything else is... up in the air."
"This may sound somewhat odd, but what do you want to do for my birthday? The night is open before us, after dinner... and while I would like to have us end up back at our home eventually, everything else is... up in the air."
Nyra
17 years ago
Warmth rushing to her face as she contemplated what to *do* after dinner, Nyra tried to behave. They were dressed up a bit too much for movies and theatre was probably already sold out for the evening. Nyra was not a big fan of opera or sporting events so that left those out as well.
"Perhaps just a lovely stroll along the beach? I have heard its amazing at the Marina."
Noticing an elderly couple, still elegant and spry move onto the dance floor and move together to the big band era song made Nyra smile. It was a good omen, she felt. Thats how she wanted to be, content with life and what it threw at her but still in actively in love with the beauty before her. The future spread out in front of her, as it was wont to do on momentus occasions, presenting a beautiful picture of the two of them in twenty years, older, wiser, loving and just as vital.
"Perhaps just a lovely stroll along the beach? I have heard its amazing at the Marina."
Noticing an elderly couple, still elegant and spry move onto the dance floor and move together to the big band era song made Nyra smile. It was a good omen, she felt. Thats how she wanted to be, content with life and what it threw at her but still in actively in love with the beauty before her. The future spread out in front of her, as it was wont to do on momentus occasions, presenting a beautiful picture of the two of them in twenty years, older, wiser, loving and just as vital.
Connie
17 years ago
"I haven't walked on the bare sand of a beach in a very long time. I think we might enjoy that. And with the moon out tonight, it should be especially lovely."
When Nyra's eyes tracked away from her gaze, Connie followed the pointing of those amazing hazel orbs. Upon spying the elderly couple dancing a rather sprightly swing step, the vampire felt in the previously soaring boughs of her heart a rock of regret. Her smile slowly fractured, and the points of her brow came together as she frowned very gently. For a brief moment, she could see herself cavorting so gracefully in Nyra's arms, on the dance floor, to any of a variety of songs that might cross the songbooks of such a band.
And then her recollection of her complete inability to dance came crashing down upon her fantasy, and it shifted to a vision of Nyra being carted away on a shiny aluminum and shocking orange gurney.
Raising the corner of her napkin to her eye, she caught the single tear she felt forming before its appearance would make too much of a scene, blinked rapidly a few times, and drank deeply of her water. Part of her fervently hoped Nyra hadn't seen - the part that said she had to be the strong and solid part of their relationship. But then another part of her overrode that, and made Connie realize that, between the two of them, they were stronger than steel, and could get past the mountain of responsibility that Connie was planning to heap onto Nyra's shoulders later that night. Including why she couldn't dance worth a dog's measure of puddle doo.
When Nyra's eyes tracked away from her gaze, Connie followed the pointing of those amazing hazel orbs. Upon spying the elderly couple dancing a rather sprightly swing step, the vampire felt in the previously soaring boughs of her heart a rock of regret. Her smile slowly fractured, and the points of her brow came together as she frowned very gently. For a brief moment, she could see herself cavorting so gracefully in Nyra's arms, on the dance floor, to any of a variety of songs that might cross the songbooks of such a band.
And then her recollection of her complete inability to dance came crashing down upon her fantasy, and it shifted to a vision of Nyra being carted away on a shiny aluminum and shocking orange gurney.
Raising the corner of her napkin to her eye, she caught the single tear she felt forming before its appearance would make too much of a scene, blinked rapidly a few times, and drank deeply of her water. Part of her fervently hoped Nyra hadn't seen - the part that said she had to be the strong and solid part of their relationship. But then another part of her overrode that, and made Connie realize that, between the two of them, they were stronger than steel, and could get past the mountain of responsibility that Connie was planning to heap onto Nyra's shoulders later that night. Including why she couldn't dance worth a dog's measure of puddle doo.
Nyra
17 years ago
Sighing dreamily as the couple finally wound down and made their way to a table with a brief pause to kiss eachother with deep affection. All her attention was on the two of them, as he pulled out her chair before sitting down. Even the host was over there speaking to them, all smiles. It was amazing to realize others had witnessed the love and vitality those two displayed.
"I want to be like them. Without the dancing of course. But vital and cherishing my love through the years."
Dabbing briefly at her misty eyes she smiled at Connie, noting what appeared to be the same teary eyed look. Before she could comment further the waiter brought drinks and an appetizer to their table, which looked amazing. Raising her glass to her date she toasted.
"To you, for this day marks another year. May it be spent in health, prosperity and love. And to us. May we enjoy a long, loving and vital relationship."
"I want to be like them. Without the dancing of course. But vital and cherishing my love through the years."
Dabbing briefly at her misty eyes she smiled at Connie, noting what appeared to be the same teary eyed look. Before she could comment further the waiter brought drinks and an appetizer to their table, which looked amazing. Raising her glass to her date she toasted.
"To you, for this day marks another year. May it be spent in health, prosperity and love. And to us. May we enjoy a long, loving and vital relationship."
Connie
17 years ago
Connie felt a surge go through her as Nyra claimed her wishes about cherishing her love through the years. Some of the things she was saying, as her lover continued on, truly made her wonder if the artist didn't already know.
Shaking off the melancholy, Connie raised her own glass and smiled sincerely. "To you, Nyra, as part of 'us'." She wanted to say more, she needed to say more... But it had to wait.
After all, there was nothing forced about her love of Nyra McGurn.
Shaking off the melancholy, Connie raised her own glass and smiled sincerely. "To you, Nyra, as part of 'us'." She wanted to say more, she needed to say more... But it had to wait.
After all, there was nothing forced about her love of Nyra McGurn.
Nyra
17 years ago
The counter toast had her smiling and blushing slightly. Sipping her soda she was delighted at the wonderful flavor and fizz, it was perfect. Picking up a small slice of toasted bread she held it up, offering to hold it for Connie to take a bite. The tomatoes were a beautiful red and the julliened basil smelled heavenly. But the birthday girl should get first nibbles.
"For you"
"For you"
Connie
17 years ago
Smirking crookedly, Connie leaned forward to nibble gently on the edge of the toast. When she didn't get any of the tomato topping, she snaked out her tongue a couple times ineffectually to try to knock some loose. After a moment (of which she probably looked rather silly trying to tongue-flick a bit of tomato off of a piece of toast) she decided the bread morsel was plenty and chewed it quickly.
Reaching to pick up another slice with its topping, she offered it up to Nyra, but before her lover could lean far enough to take her bite, Connie snatched it back carefully, zufted up a bit of tomato, and re-offered it too her with a wink.
Reaching to pick up another slice with its topping, she offered it up to Nyra, but before her lover could lean far enough to take her bite, Connie snatched it back carefully, zufted up a bit of tomato, and re-offered it too her with a wink.
Nyra
17 years ago
Nyra did her best to not giggle at the silly actions of the woman seated across from her. Instead she regally took a tiny nibble from the bite offered to her after placing the portion remaining in her fingers on the tiny plate in front of her. After chewing and swallowing she dabbed delicately at her mouth trying to hide the little giggle that had escaped.
Clearing her throat slightly with a grin she asked Connie about her day. "So how is work going? Any more plans to get together and visit with Meegan in the works?"
Taking a small sip from her drink before she continued, Nyra thought to mention her accomplishments this day. "Did I mention I finished a trio of paintings today? Though I am thinking of making a fourth to go with the set. Even if people dont like to buy sets and even if they do they want odd numbered sets."
Clearing her throat slightly with a grin she asked Connie about her day. "So how is work going? Any more plans to get together and visit with Meegan in the works?"
Taking a small sip from her drink before she continued, Nyra thought to mention her accomplishments this day. "Did I mention I finished a trio of paintings today? Though I am thinking of making a fourth to go with the set. Even if people dont like to buy sets and even if they do they want odd numbered sets."
Connie
17 years ago
Watching Nyra regally and daintily take up a morsel of food sent a jolt of sensuality through Connie. Smirking when Nyra giggled, she pondered her response to Nyra's question. "It was yet another day where I dealt with yet more money and inventory of things I never see. It was fun, actually, but you know me and numbers. I don't have any plans with Meegan at least for this week, unless the four of us get together."
Connie paused a moment then sipped from her drink, eerily mirroring Nyra's own movements. Smiling a knowing smile at her lover, her ears perked as Nyra mentioned her painting. "No, you hadn't, I kind of dropped the book of surprises on you with going out. Why don't people like to buy sets, and if they did, why odd numbered?" A thought struck her. "Is it because most rooms have four walls, but only three without a door?"
Connie paused a moment then sipped from her drink, eerily mirroring Nyra's own movements. Smiling a knowing smile at her lover, her ears perked as Nyra mentioned her painting. "No, you hadn't, I kind of dropped the book of surprises on you with going out. Why don't people like to buy sets, and if they did, why odd numbered?" A thought struck her. "Is it because most rooms have four walls, but only three without a door?"
Nyra
17 years ago
Connie always asked the logical questions. Luckily Nyra knew these answers because of all the talks her Agent and Bertrand gave her about the subject. "People dislike sets because of the cost. It is quite an investment for one painting, let alone three. It decreases the market range to paint in sets according to Bertrand. Now displaying the paintings, decorators tell people to group things in odd numbers. Why they think only odd is acceptable, I do not know, but my agent in Oregon was always telling me to keep things odd numbered if I had a desire to do sets."
Leaning forward conspiratorially she whispered loudly. "Honestly I think he had a decorator come in for his new home and that was the only way they would display things. Generally in a group of three with two on one horizontal line and the middle on another."
Shaking her head she indicated that she simply did not understand the thinking. But then again, her studio still looked like a gypsy tent so who was she to deride others decorating.
Leaning forward conspiratorially she whispered loudly. "Honestly I think he had a decorator come in for his new home and that was the only way they would display things. Generally in a group of three with two on one horizontal line and the middle on another."
Shaking her head she indicated that she simply did not understand the thinking. But then again, her studio still looked like a gypsy tent so who was she to deride others decorating.
Connie
17 years ago
"I guess it's a good thing we don't have very many walls that we need to decorate, and if we did, we know the number of things we'd want to put on them." Connie smirked and fiddled with half of her remaining bruscetta. By the time she'd actually decided to pick it up to finish it, the soup arrived. A wide-brimmed deep bowl with a steaming brownish concoction was set in front of each woman. Arching a well-defined eyebrow, Connie noted, "This is a very big bowl of soup. Are we even going to have room for dinner?"
Nyra
17 years ago
"Every inch of them!" Nyra loved to have things displayed and if they had more walls, they would be covered more than likely. Knowing she would be an interior designers nightmare, the artist had never considered hiring anyone to decorate for her. Instead she just did what spoke to her.
The soup arrived smelling wonderfully. While the bowls looked quite large, Nyra thought it was an illusion of the wide lip. Thanking the waiter politely she picked up the soup spoon and delicately stirred the soup. The bowl was not extremely deep, just wide and surrounded by a wide rim. It would probably be the perfect amount as a prelude to dinner. Smiling up at Connie she stood her spoon upright. "Ingenius illusion they perpetrated upon us. The bowl is not deeper than my spoon."
Indeed, the swirl of pasta, veggies and beans did not reach the top of the spoon's bowl. Stirring gently once more before taking a small portion from the far lip of the bowl. Nyra blew on it delicately before placing it in her mouth, tonight would be a bad night to burn her lips.
The flavor was creamy with cannellini beans and tomato, blending perfectly over the ditalini pasta. Creating a mouthful of lush soup that tasted faintly of garlic and italian herbs. Her eyes closed as she savored the spoonfull and a quiet moan of pleasure escaped her throat. Soon as Nyra recovered from the first bite, she went for another, eyes wide and pleased.
"This is fantastic."
The soup arrived smelling wonderfully. While the bowls looked quite large, Nyra thought it was an illusion of the wide lip. Thanking the waiter politely she picked up the soup spoon and delicately stirred the soup. The bowl was not extremely deep, just wide and surrounded by a wide rim. It would probably be the perfect amount as a prelude to dinner. Smiling up at Connie she stood her spoon upright. "Ingenius illusion they perpetrated upon us. The bowl is not deeper than my spoon."
Indeed, the swirl of pasta, veggies and beans did not reach the top of the spoon's bowl. Stirring gently once more before taking a small portion from the far lip of the bowl. Nyra blew on it delicately before placing it in her mouth, tonight would be a bad night to burn her lips.
The flavor was creamy with cannellini beans and tomato, blending perfectly over the ditalini pasta. Creating a mouthful of lush soup that tasted faintly of garlic and italian herbs. Her eyes closed as she savored the spoonfull and a quiet moan of pleasure escaped her throat. Soon as Nyra recovered from the first bite, she went for another, eyes wide and pleased.
"This is fantastic."
Connie
17 years ago
Connie tried valiantly not to stare at Nyra as her companion took the first spoonful of her soup. She'd never though to ask, but increasingly it seemed that Nyra had more sensitive taste buds than the vampire did. Or perhaps it was just her love of culinary delights that afforded such a reaction?
Connie wasn't sure, but she enjoyed the show just the same. "Have I ever mentioned," she began as she settled her own spoon into the steamy liquid, "how much I enjoy watching you dine?"
Even as the question left her lips and the spoon of spiced and fragrant beans and noodles reached consumption level, she wondered if there was anything she'd ever enjoyed so much as to almost appear orgasmic when indulging. "Maybe just indulging in Nyra, whether it's in bed or in art or at a meal..." Just the same, it brought her great pleasure to enjoy Nyra's through osmosis.
Connie wasn't sure, but she enjoyed the show just the same. "Have I ever mentioned," she began as she settled her own spoon into the steamy liquid, "how much I enjoy watching you dine?"
Even as the question left her lips and the spoon of spiced and fragrant beans and noodles reached consumption level, she wondered if there was anything she'd ever enjoyed so much as to almost appear orgasmic when indulging. "Maybe just indulging in Nyra, whether it's in bed or in art or at a meal..." Just the same, it brought her great pleasure to enjoy Nyra's through osmosis.
Nyra
17 years ago
Blushing profusely at the praise, Nyra waved it off with her free hand. "My mother always brushed off my obvious enjoyment and profuse praise for her cooking, but I think she was secretly pleased. Some things should be savored and enjoyed to its fullest. A great meal is one of them."
With a selfconcious shrug she amended her statement ruefully. "That is, when I remember to eat!"
Shyly enjoying the rest of her soup, Nyra did not notice the restaurant filling up a bit more with stylishly dressed couples. Once she finished most of it, she looked around impressed. "This is a very popular place. And elegant!"
With a selfconcious shrug she amended her statement ruefully. "That is, when I remember to eat!"
Shyly enjoying the rest of her soup, Nyra did not notice the restaurant filling up a bit more with stylishly dressed couples. Once she finished most of it, she looked around impressed. "This is a very popular place. And elegant!"
Connie
17 years ago
Smiling secretly to herself at Nyra's comment about remembering to eat, Connie spoke up briefly around a steamy spoonful of soup. "Well you haven't left me a voicemail lately, so you didn't find my third method to remind you."
Connie had taken to hiding small notes in Nyra's art supplies and around both of their lofts to help remind her lover of the most basic need to eat. And how much she loved her. She even hid a short message at the end of her voicemail... "Hi you have reached the voicemail of Connie Stone. Please leave me a message with your name and the reason you called, and don't forget to eat lunch!" Snickering to herself, she winked at Nyra and sipped at the soup delicately.
"I think their elegance quotient went up a hundred points when you walked in, Sunny." Connie felt the tips of her ears warm up as she spoke the almost-pet-name that she'd given Nyra.
Connie had taken to hiding small notes in Nyra's art supplies and around both of their lofts to help remind her lover of the most basic need to eat. And how much she loved her. She even hid a short message at the end of her voicemail... "Hi you have reached the voicemail of Connie Stone. Please leave me a message with your name and the reason you called, and don't forget to eat lunch!" Snickering to herself, she winked at Nyra and sipped at the soup delicately.
"I think their elegance quotient went up a hundred points when you walked in, Sunny." Connie felt the tips of her ears warm up as she spoke the almost-pet-name that she'd given Nyra.
Nyra
17 years ago
Nyra frowned at the comment of voicemail. Honestly she had been quite wrapped up in the trio of paintings that she had not found a need to call her lover, let alone leave a voice mail. Still it was a mystery that perhaps she could solve tomorrow by calling when she knew Connie would be at work. The frown swiftly faded away and was replaced by sly determination to discover exactly what the message said. The little notes were lovely and she cherished every one, saving them in an empty box in her linen closet. She could only imagine what her love had said on the answering machine.
Her blush at the compliment made even the tips of her ears hot and red, when the come back rolled from her lips it was quick and heartfelt. "Only because I came in with you."
Connie's dress was fabulous and she knew that her figure did not quite match up. But she was thrilled to be seen with her and elict that look from her lover's eye. Toying with her soda as the heat left her face she wondered just how she had gotten so lucky. Shyly watching those amazing grey eyes she counted her blessings at having had this lovely young woman move in next door. Remembering that today was a special day she stopped making doe eyes at Connie and asked a few questions.
"So aside from dinner and a stroll on the beach, what would you like to do for your birthday? I am sure we can count this as a birthday week, because I forgot. Not to be nosey but did you get presents? I saw some boxes upstairs."
Her blush at the compliment made even the tips of her ears hot and red, when the come back rolled from her lips it was quick and heartfelt. "Only because I came in with you."
Connie's dress was fabulous and she knew that her figure did not quite match up. But she was thrilled to be seen with her and elict that look from her lover's eye. Toying with her soda as the heat left her face she wondered just how she had gotten so lucky. Shyly watching those amazing grey eyes she counted her blessings at having had this lovely young woman move in next door. Remembering that today was a special day she stopped making doe eyes at Connie and asked a few questions.
"So aside from dinner and a stroll on the beach, what would you like to do for your birthday? I am sure we can count this as a birthday week, because I forgot. Not to be nosey but did you get presents? I saw some boxes upstairs."
Connie
17 years ago
Connie watched intently, her eyes dancing across Nyra's face. Her gaze moved from her lover's distracted frown to a half-hidden sly twinkle in those depthless hazel orbs, then she felt herself grin at the artist's blush. "Yer too kind, miss." She blushed in response and fiddled with the fork on her place setting for a moment.
Nyra's eyes caught her own as they gazed at each other over the table between them. A warmth struck her, the same warmth that she felt when holding her love, breast to breast, and stared lovingly into her eyes, before, after, during their lovemaking. After showers, after meals... when they went to bed at the same time... The heat and rush of the connection she felt with the human beauty across from her set her heart to race.
When Nyra's question caught her off guard, she blinked and swallowed, then after a moment replied, "No, sweetie, they're for you. You've gifted me so much of your own creativity over the past ten months, it's high time you see some of mine."
There, that was a perfect lead-in to their talk tonight... And, Connie mused to herself, it wasn't a lie, either. It was one step on the ladder of truth that she'd be dangling feet first from in just a few hours.
Nyra's eyes caught her own as they gazed at each other over the table between them. A warmth struck her, the same warmth that she felt when holding her love, breast to breast, and stared lovingly into her eyes, before, after, during their lovemaking. After showers, after meals... when they went to bed at the same time... The heat and rush of the connection she felt with the human beauty across from her set her heart to race.
When Nyra's question caught her off guard, she blinked and swallowed, then after a moment replied, "No, sweetie, they're for you. You've gifted me so much of your own creativity over the past ten months, it's high time you see some of mine."
There, that was a perfect lead-in to their talk tonight... And, Connie mused to herself, it wasn't a lie, either. It was one step on the ladder of truth that she'd be dangling feet first from in just a few hours.
Nyra
17 years ago
"You really shouldn't have. Though I must say, I am now anxious to see your creativity. You may deny the overabundance, but honestly I see so much. Just in the little things you do, like notes hidden for a loved one." Nyra glowed with happiness. She would have to find the perfect gift for Connie of course, but getting one just because was fun.
Before she thought too much about what to gift her lover, the waiter decended upon them and cleaned up the mostly empty soup bowls. Once that was accomplished another waiter placed pasta bowls in front of them. The heady aroma of well cooked and highly flavorful food wafted up. Garlic was the most noticable but there was a hint of basil, that appeared to be sprinkled around the wide edge of the bowl. With a jaunty bow the waiter left them to enjoy their repast.
Carefully picking up the large spoon, Nyra twirlled some of her pasta upon it, carefull not to splatter herself with the cheese sauce. Before putting the bite into her mouth she grinned at Connie. "Are you going to watch me eat this bite as well?"
Before she thought too much about what to gift her lover, the waiter decended upon them and cleaned up the mostly empty soup bowls. Once that was accomplished another waiter placed pasta bowls in front of them. The heady aroma of well cooked and highly flavorful food wafted up. Garlic was the most noticable but there was a hint of basil, that appeared to be sprinkled around the wide edge of the bowl. With a jaunty bow the waiter left them to enjoy their repast.
Carefully picking up the large spoon, Nyra twirlled some of her pasta upon it, carefull not to splatter herself with the cheese sauce. Before putting the bite into her mouth she grinned at Connie. "Are you going to watch me eat this bite as well?"