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Cora rushes over to me, stating, “Hello, Deanna dear. You can sit at any one of the empty tables.”
I smile, telling her, “Hi, Cora. Thank you but I’m here to have lunch with Yiorgos.”
“You’re here to meet with Mr. Kourakos?” she asks, grinning.
“Yes” I reply.
“Come, come,” Cora insists, and she takes my hand, bringing me to Yiorgos’ table.
“Hello, Deanna,” Yiorgos greets as he stands. Damn, he looks good in his suit.
“Hey,” I return, confused to why Cora and Jonas have joyful expressions on their faces.
“Here are your menus.” Cora offers, handing one to me, then Yiorgos. “Deanna, I’m sure you will order the same thing as always, but I’ll give you one just in case you want to try something different.”
After taking the menu, I thank her and Jonas for their hospitality. Cora’s right, I only order their gyro meat salad or the sandwich platter. As hungry as I am, I wanted the sandwich platter which is basically the same as the salad but on pita bread.
“It’s good to see you, Deanna,” Yiorgos says, crossing his one leg over the other. He picks up his glass of water, then takes a sip with his gorgeous blue eyes fixated on me.
I clear my throat, stating, “Same. I hope you don’t mind that I picked this place. I eat or order from here a few times a week. Cora and Jonas are a sweet couple.” I grab my glass and take a gulp to calm my nerves. Something about the way he stares at me sends a jolt up my spine.
Yiorgos smiles, putting the glass on the table. “Although, I haven’t tried the food yet, I like it here. Cora and Jonas have been very welcoming, and I just found out that they know my family.”
“Really? That’s great. You’re going to love their food.”
He picks up the menu and starts to look over it. “Seeing that you’re a regular here, what do you recommend?”
“Well, today I’m going to get the gyro sandwich plate. The meat is one hundred percent lamb, not like most places that serve a mixture of lamb and beef. It comes with tomatoes, red onion and two pitas because Jonas like to go heavy on the lamb. I like mine with extra tzatziki sauce.” I giggle. Yiorgos eyes me with confusion. Holding up my hand, I say, “I’m sorry but it just dawned on me since you’re Greek, you probably already know what comes on a traditional gyro.”
Yiorgos gives a half smile, stating, “I do but I didn’t want to stop you.” He winks at me.
There go the butterflies in my stomach. I take another drink of water, then continue. “That’s what I’ll be having today.”
He sits the menu on the table. “Then I’ll have the same.”
Cora returns to our table and takes our orders. As she picked up our menus, she gives me a thumbs up. Not sure what that was for.
Yiorgos lifts the carafe and refills our glasses. “Tell me more about yourself, Miss Deanna Lowe. I know you own your own business, and you have a sister, Zoe, but I want to know more. I know you just celebrated your birthday, so how old are you? What do you like to do to unwind?”
I snicker. “I’m officially the big three-o now. My parents, Larry and Maxine Lowe are very much still alive, and I have an older brother, Tahir. To unwind, if I’m not reading the next juicy book on my list, I like to hang out with Zoe and our friends. I like to get my hair and nails done. Now, tell me about you.”
“I’m thirty-three, the oldest of my five siblings. My parents, Linus and Cassia are still alive as well and I also had an older brother but he’s no longer with us,” he says.
“I’m sorry to hear that. My condolences to you and your family.”
“It’s really not necessary. Some things are just out of our control,” Yiorgos states, shrugging his shoulders.
I found it odd that he didn’t feel sad at the loss of his brother. I mourn for Tahir every day. Maybe his culture grieves differently.
Not wanting to pressure him about it, I move on asking, “You seem like an important businessman, what do you do?”
“My family owns several businesses around the city and when my uncle and cousin decided to move to Dallas to be closer to their immediate family, they called upon me to take over,” Yiorgos replies as Cora brings our platters to the table then sits them down.
“Απολαμβ?νω (Enjoy),” she says in Greek.
“Ευχαριστ?, Κ?ρα. (Thank you, Cora),” I return in Greek before she leaves.
“You speak Greek?” Yiorgos questions with a raised brow.
