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“You must tip well,” I said.
“Why?”
“Because you’re treated like you own the place,” I stated.
“I do,” he replied.
“You’re joking, right?” He shook his head and I said, “It’s called Bella’s.”
“That was my mother’s name. She used to love coming here with my father. They were going to close several years ago, so I decided to purchase it and name it after my mother.”
“Oh, that’s so sweet, and sad too. May I ask what happened?”
It probably wasn’t the dinner conversation he was expecting, but I wasn’t in the mood for talking about the weather.
“It was a freak accident - they died of carbon monoxide poisoning a few years ago.”
“I’m so sorry,” I said softly, reaching out to touch his hand. “I lost my parents when I was still in college. They say time makes it easier. Reality is, it’s just time. I still miss them very much.”
“Katherine is finding the same thing. I…try not to think about it.”
And here I am making you talk about it.
“Sorry. Let’s…change the subject.”
“Okay. How about we talk about what happened at the Woods Carnival?” he suggested.
I blushed. “I was hoping to forget that, but that is why we are here. I guess I owe you an explanation as to why I did what I did.”
“You mean kiss me?” he grinned.
I pulled my hand away from his and nodded. “It was a dare from my friends. It was supposed to be a quick peck but…but…”
“It was too damn good, and we got caught up in the moment,” he said.
You felt it too?
“I would say that is an understatement. My friends never let me forget it.” Not that I could, anyway. You’re an amazing kisser.
“I do have one question,” he said.
“What is that?” I asked.
“What was it about me that made you think I was a priest?”
I blushed again. “Oh. Well, that’s another story.”
“I can eat and listen,” he said.
“But I can’t talk and eat,” I stated.
“True. So maybe you can give me the short version.”
I sighed, but we had to talk about it eventually. “After our…kiss, I was walking around the carnival and saw you again, but this time you were dressed as a priest.”
“You saw Richard, not me,” he said.
“I know that now, but back then, I didn’t. I was…in shock. And of course my friends were so busy making fun of me that I couldn’t even think straight. You have no idea what the remainder of my senior year was like. I didn’t even purchase a yearbook because I didn’t want anyone to sign it with anything…”
