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¨Oh, I see.¨ But why are they here now? At a cafe sipping drinks together?
¨ I’m offering your girlfriend a chance in a lifetime.¨ Simon beams.
I squeeze Micola’s knee to emphasize whatever this guy is talking about. Sounds like a scammer, as I have a banging intuitive feeling he’s someone I’ve encountered in an unlikable situation.
¨Oh. Well, please. Do tell.¨
As Simon spews out several huge promises at a time, I pay close attention to the shift in Micola’s energy. Like her beautiful body, her energy is softening, tender, and, dare I say, excited and eager. I can’t blame her. It’s remarkable to bump into someoneby chancewho loves child’s play as much as herself. But there’s something peculiar and off-putting about it all. Something juvenile, too immature to believe. I wonder if Micola introduced herself with her last name included. That’s probably how they got here.
¨Excuse me, sir. Would you like something?¨ A sweet-voiced woman approaches the table and asks.
¨ I’ll have whatever Simon here recommends.¨
¨Oh, are you a tea or coffee guy?¨
“I’ll have Jasmine green tea.¨ I tell the lady. She nods, and as she heads off, I feel Micola nudge me with her knee.
¨Sorry. I realized how much I wanted Jasmine tea at the moment.¨ I lie.
Simon thought his response was smart, but nothing is as smart as someone being completely confident in their recommendations. He should’ve led it by saying ¨If you’re a tea guy, then have such and such, and if you’re a coffee guy, you should have such and such.¨ I inch myself closer to Micola, protectively.
“That’s fine. I hear you’re opening Carvel this August? Had the pleasure of seeing the blueprint drawings of it a year or so ago.¨
¨Oh, really. How so? Are you in architecture?¨
Simon pushes his glasses up as if he needs to find a pair that’s a better fit. Usually, something as annoying as that is no problem for a man who’s able to set young artists up for wild success to fix. I wish I could ask him to remove his glasses so I can see what really lies beneath. Maybe my question of ¨where have I seen him before?¨ can be answered.
¨My buddy is. Which sculptors will be featured there this summer?¨
I start throwing the names, catching him only reacting to one of them. I have to get this guy’s last name before we leave. My Google search engine is begging to know. I refrain from saying Panther Duke as I’m keeping this news for Micola, who’s staring at my profile and dying to know.
Leaning toward her, I whisper, “I’ll let you know when we’re alone.¨
Simon takes a much-programmed sip at this moment. I wonder if he senses my doubt about him.
¨Well, I sure look forward to the opening. I will definitely be there. Now, as far as what I sent you, Ms. Micola Costa. Please, take a look and get back to me sooner than later.¨
Bingo, Costa was used on his end. Interesting.
¨I have an appointment around the corner in less than ten minutes, so it’s best I head out.¨ Simon retrieves his wallet as I raise my hand up for him to stop.
¨Head on out. I’ll cover this.¨
If he’d responded insisting, there would be doubt in his money. Sometimes folks who demand to take care of the bill have a secret problem with their finances.
He nods, appreciating the gesture. Pushing his chair back, he rises. As soon as he leaves, Micola turns, dropping her pretty mouth. I’m unsure if I want to switch seats to sit across from her stunning beauty or continue feeling her body grazing mine. Each position offers its own intimate perks. But since it’s hard for me to gauge her entirely without facing her. I take over what was once Simon’s spot. Even the warmth he left behind him has a slimy aura.
¨You believe that guy?” I clear my throat, extending my leg so my ankle may rest next to hers.
Her exposed shoulders this afternoon shine with shimmery gloss. She looks like she’s sitting at a restaurant in Messina. I rub my chin and sit up straight.
¨A little different, right?¨ She shrugs.
¨Confusing. All of this. You have to remember we are playing a couple.¨
¨Okay. What’s with the reminder?¨
The waitress drops off my tea.
