Perhaps our story has just started, and we don’t know how it will end yet. Hopefully in a happy ever after montage? I would like to undo you again, but you are a stickler for rules, which is also very sexy.
Violet
And email pinged back.
Noted: rules, undoing’s and happy montages. Stay tuned. Let me work on it.
J
Violetta smiled as she closed her email. He was the best thing about her day, during the worst time of her life, and she wondered how she could reconcile the two being so intertwined.
*
Grace left the office at lunchtime and walked towards the nearest deli. Frank said he would meet her there after her phone call to him. Lunch was on him, he said, and Grace tried not to laugh. He could barely afford a pretzel, she thought, but she refused to burst his bubble, he was so thrilled for her.
As she approached the deli she saw Frank sitting inside, reading theWall Street Times. Bless him, she thought, he is trying to impress her.
‘Hi,’ she said, and slid into the booth sitting opposite him.
‘Hi yourself,’ he said, tucking the paper into his bag quickly. ‘So tell me all.’
‘It went really well, everyone was excited, people clapped,’ she said, beaming.
‘Wow!’ said Frank, seemingly genuinely pleased for her.
‘Well, they clapped my sister but it was enough anyway.’
‘You work with your sister?’ he asked.
‘I work with both of my sisters,’ said Grace, regretting the slip. She didn’t want him to know about her life yet.
‘What’s that like?’ he asked as he opened the menu.
‘Um… OK. Better recently. What’s good?’ she asked, suddenly hungry.
‘Everything,’ he answered.
The waiter came over. ‘Hey Frank, how’s things?’
‘Good, Rocco. This is Grace.’
Rocco smiled. ‘Hey Grace, how you doing?’
Grace smiled. ‘I’m fine thanks, Rocco. What do you suggest for lunch?’
Rocco looked her over. ‘You too thin, mac and cheese or the turkey on rye with a side of fries.’
Grace laughed. ‘I’ll take the turkey on rye with fries, thanks. And a chocolate milkshake also.’
‘Done. And you, sir?’
‘I’ll have the same. Except make my milkshake strawberry.’
As Rocco walked away Grace made a face at Frank. ‘Strawberry? Lame!’
‘Oh really, Miss Chocolate, thanks for the encouragement.’
She shrugged, enjoying herself with Frank. He was so easy to be with and she felt like she could be herself.
