Page 63 of Love Undiscovered
“Absolutely. How’s your day going so far?”
“It’s good,” she says in a way that almost belies what she’s saying. I give her hand a little squeeze.
“Yeah?” I confirm.
“Better now.” She smiles and squeezes my hand back. But I’m not sure if she thinks it’s better because of me or because we are about to have lunch.
“Here we are.” She points toward a carved wood door connected to a small building that looks slightly out of place amongst the other modern glass structures on the block.
I open the front door for her and follow her inside the restaurant.
The man behind the counter greets Remi as we walk in, as though they’re long lost friends.
“Bellisima, you return to me. Lovely, lovely, please sit.” The older gentleman motions to the seating area. His eyes crinkle as he smiles at us and nods his head, covered in salt and pepper hair, thinner on the top, and too full around his ears. He’s taller than I’d expected but still portly. And his mannerisms make you feel at home.
We pick a table and get situated, the place is small but most of the tables are full, and it looks as though the guy is the only one working here.
“He doesn’t sound Greek,” I say to Remi.
“He’s Italian. But he makes the bestdolmathesandavgolemonoyou’ve ever had.”
“Then I’ll try both,” I say.
The man comes to our table. “I choose for you,bellisima?” He looks at Remi.
“Yes please, Adamo. Thank you.”
“He’s picking our food?” I don’t think I’ve ever not picked my own food. It makes me a little nervous.
“Yes, are you okay with that?”
“If you are, then I am.” I clear my throat and feel my pocket for the list of questions I brought with me, unsure how to bring it up. “So, I was thinking… I mean… I have this list of questions.”
“A list of questions,” she laughs. “For what? Where’d you get it?”
“Questions for us to get to know each other better. But they’re for both of us to answer. And I got them from one of my sisters.”
“Where’d she get it?”
“From some girly magazine. Cosmo, I think. Hey, see how well we are already asking and answering questions? It’s working.” I grin.
She giggles. That’s a sound I’ve not heard from her often. I like it.
“You game?” I ask. She nods, a small smile on her face. One that makes me feel warm on the inside.
A feeling I’m going to ignore for now.
I pull the paper out of my pocket. It’s on a regular sized sheet of paper, but the picture of the questions my sister, Audrey, scanned and sent, only covers a part of it. I smooth it out on the side of the table, only a little bit nervous about doing this.
“Is that your cheat sheet?” she laughs.
“Yeah, I can’t remember all these questions on my own.”
“How many are there?”
“Total? Fifteen.”
“Okay. Let’s do this.
