Shay
My Uber pulled up in front of Torrino’s. It was a nice Italian restaurant. I spotted Charles right away, and he saw me through the car window. He waved and jogged over to open my door.
I thanked my Uber driver, gave him five stars, and then I turned towards Charles and put out my hand to shake.
His blue eyes sparkled, and he took my hand and kissed it. That surprised me and I smiled.
“Well, that was very gentlemanly,” I said, to break the ice.
“My mama raised me with manners,” he said with a slight southern accent.
“Where are you from? I hear a southern accent.”
“I am from Savannah, Georgia. I moved here about six years ago after I graduated from culinary school.”
“Well, it’s nice to meet you Charles. I can’t wait to get to know you better.”
He looked at me, “I’m sor
