He places a hand at my back and leads me to the back where we sit down facing each other.
“Why did we sit? We should have just gone to the counter there to order?” I ask him. There are no menus on the table.
“I have been here before. I brought this girl here one time. It was a good date.” He says.
I look at him impatiently. Why is he telling me all these things ?
“So they send a server to come get our order and don’t worry they bring menus. I also know all the best dishes they have here so it would be wise if you seek my assistance ordering tonight.” He says proudly.
I swear sometimes he fell as a child and hit his head because ....
“I will do well to remember that when I’m ordering. Thank you.” I tell him.
“You’re welcome baby girl.” He says and I melt.
I and Marcel’s relation
