Apphia
We arrive at a restaurant by the ocean. It is intimate and old-fashioned, yet classy, with wooden chairs and brick walls, which is not what I'd expect given the elaborate city restaurants I've seen so far.
A waitress comes to take our orders. I see her gape as she looks at Nicholas. Her pale cheeks turn pink as she blushes hard. So, it's not just me who he leaves hot and flushed. However, Nicholas ignores her, keeping his gaze on me.
"What are you having tonight, sir?" she asks, her voice trailing when she says sir.
"We'll each have the Kobe steak cooked medium, mashed potatoes, strawberry, and Romaine Salad. I'll have a glass of Sauvignon Blanc and ..." he trails,
"Baby, what would you like to drink?" he asks me. I shrug my shoulders; I don't know what I want. I don't know
