She thought about that for a bit, leaning on the bar and staring into my eyes like she was searching for something to help her make up her mind about me. “Maybe,” she said with a smile. “Everyone has to eat, and I know some places that you might enjoy.”
“Just let me know where and when.”
She talked for a while with the bartender who just smiled and shrugged. “Bueno,” she said. “Tomorrow night we will meet at this place.” She pulled a pen out of her pocket, scribbled on a paper napkin, and handed it to me. “I will be there at seven. Will you?”
I pocketed the napkin and stuck out my hand. “I promise. Shake on it?”
“Shake with Shake…” She laughed again, that wonderful chuckle that seemed so genuine and enticing. Then she took my hand and led me to the door.
Dinner the next night was an e
