this establishment though.
She picked up the menu and wished she hadn’t. The
cardboard was sticky and stained. She made a mental note to write a strongly
worded letter to the management when she got home.
‘Sorry, I should have told you we were coming here,’ Adam
conceded, possibly reading her thoughts from her wrinkled nose and the way she
had quickly examined the chair for signs of grime before sitting down.
‘It’s fine,’ she fibbed, still smiling.
‘At least if I had warned you then you could have worn
something a bit less fancy,’ he blushed.
Flic glanced down at her slinky black dress, covered in
subtle silver sparkles and her matching heels. She held back a sigh and
reassured herself and Adam by telling him, ‘I would have worn this anyway. My
wise Granny always says, “There’s no such thing as being over-dressed, you just
look better than everyone else.” And I subscribe to that philosophy.
Obviously.’
‘You do look nice,’ he grinned.
She reasoned that compliments never go wrong and the
setting wasn’t really relevant. The person she was with was more important.
She wasn’t about to ditch a nice guy just because he wasn’t flash with his
money. Sighing off her disappointment, she thanked him and examined the sticky
menu, ignoring the third vibration from her phone.
‘You going to answer that?’ Adam worried.
‘No, I’ll get it later.’
‘Someone’s obviously trying to reach you. That’s not the
first time it’s gone off,’ he warned.
‘It’s just an email or a text. If it was urgent they would
phone. What looks nice?’ she pondered aloud.
‘The chicken and chips is always good here,’ Adam nodded to
himself.
‘Hmmm, it does sound nice. I think I might have the salmon
though. Without the Hollandaise sauce.’ Flic decided salmon would be far less
messy to eat and she didn’t fancy getting chicken fat stuck under her nails if
the meal arrived and she had to pick up wings or legs with her hands to eat
them.
‘I’m for a mixed grill. What do you want to drink?’
‘A glass of rosé and a bottle of sparkling water please.’
‘What’s our table number?’
‘Sixty-nine,’ she smirked and winked.
Adam blinked at her for a moment and knitted his brows
before double checking the number. Flic cursed herself. Her double-entendre
hadn’t gone down well. Perhaps the wink was too much? She cleared her throat
and pretended to examine a pudding themed special offer leaflet from the table
which seemed to be covered in the puddings it advertised.
As soon as his back was turned she rifled through her bag
searching for her phone. Three Tête-a-net notifications, all from Peter. She
let out a little, “Yes!” in satisfaction and clicked until she could read what
he had said.
“ Nice picture Jemma ,” followed by, “ I just read
that ur on a diet. Y? No need 2 do that! Ur perfect & A1 gorgeous. ”
His final comment was, “ Forget the diet, have some chocl8, feed the curves. ”
Excellent! He had finally started to make his interest
known. Time to respond and see how far he would take this.
“ Ok, will have some chocl8. But just 1. And bcoz u like
me curvy ;) Would h8 2 disappoint u. ”
She caught sight of Adam looking back at her from the bar
where he was waiting to order the food and she smiled. He smiled back.
Great. The sixty-nine related wink hadn’t put him off too much.
She added the word “babe” to the end of the message before
selecting send and placing her phone back in her bag. She wiped an invisible
stickiness from her hands, trying to rid her fingers of the imaginary grease
that was on them from sending such a message. Her eyes darted round to take in
her surroundings. She noticed a few couples, one of them kissing and groping
each other. She was halfway through trying to decide if it was sweet or
inappropriate when her phone buzzed yet again. Was he sitting with his
She picked up the menu and wished she hadn’t. The
cardboard was sticky and stained. She made a mental note to write a strongly
worded letter to the management when she got home.
‘Sorry, I should have told you we were coming here,’ Adam
conceded, possibly reading her thoughts from her wrinkled nose and the way she
had quickly examined the chair for signs of grime before sitting down.
‘It’s fine,’ she fibbed, still smiling.
‘At least if I had warned you then you could have worn
something a bit less fancy,’ he blushed.
Flic glanced down at her slinky black dress, covered in
subtle silver sparkles and her matching heels. She held back a sigh and
reassured herself and Adam by telling him, ‘I would have worn this anyway. My
wise Granny always says, “There’s no such thing as being over-dressed, you just
look better than everyone else.” And I subscribe to that philosophy.
Obviously.’
‘You do look nice,’ he grinned.
She reasoned that compliments never go wrong and the
setting wasn’t really relevant. The person she was with was more important.
She wasn’t about to ditch a nice guy just because he wasn’t flash with his
money. Sighing off her disappointment, she thanked him and examined the sticky
menu, ignoring the third vibration from her phone.
‘You going to answer that?’ Adam worried.
‘No, I’ll get it later.’
‘Someone’s obviously trying to reach you. That’s not the
first time it’s gone off,’ he warned.
‘It’s just an email or a text. If it was urgent they would
phone. What looks nice?’ she pondered aloud.
‘The chicken and chips is always good here,’ Adam nodded to
himself.
‘Hmmm, it does sound nice. I think I might have the salmon
though. Without the Hollandaise sauce.’ Flic decided salmon would be far less
messy to eat and she didn’t fancy getting chicken fat stuck under her nails if
the meal arrived and she had to pick up wings or legs with her hands to eat
them.
‘I’m for a mixed grill. What do you want to drink?’
‘A glass of rosé and a bottle of sparkling water please.’
‘What’s our table number?’
‘Sixty-nine,’ she smirked and winked.
Adam blinked at her for a moment and knitted his brows
before double checking the number. Flic cursed herself. Her double-entendre
hadn’t gone down well. Perhaps the wink was too much? She cleared her throat
and pretended to examine a pudding themed special offer leaflet from the table
which seemed to be covered in the puddings it advertised.
As soon as his back was turned she rifled through her bag
searching for her phone. Three Tête-a-net notifications, all from Peter. She
let out a little, “Yes!” in satisfaction and clicked until she could read what
he had said.
“ Nice picture Jemma ,” followed by, “ I just read
that ur on a diet. Y? No need 2 do that! Ur perfect & A1 gorgeous. ”
His final comment was, “ Forget the diet, have some chocl8, feed the curves. ”
Excellent! He had finally started to make his interest
known. Time to respond and see how far he would take this.
“ Ok, will have some chocl8. But just 1. And bcoz u like
me curvy ;) Would h8 2 disappoint u. ”
She caught sight of Adam looking back at her from the bar
where he was waiting to order the food and she smiled. He smiled back.
Great. The sixty-nine related wink hadn’t put him off too much.
She added the word “babe” to the end of the message before
selecting send and placing her phone back in her bag. She wiped an invisible
stickiness from her hands, trying to rid her fingers of the imaginary grease
that was on them from sending such a message. Her eyes darted round to take in
her surroundings. She noticed a few couples, one of them kissing and groping
each other. She was halfway through trying to decide if it was sweet or
inappropriate when her phone buzzed yet again. Was he sitting with his
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