Page 11 of To Feel Like This Again
“Thanks, they look delicious — what are the three types?” She pretends to be interested.
“California roll, tempura roll and dragon roll,” Andre announces emphatically, like he had made them himself.
“Lovely,” and using her chopsticks to pick up a roll, “This is delicious.” Her facial expression however tells a different story. I can tell she isn’t really enjoying it but wants to be polite. My guess is that she’s had better sushi in New York.
“Well, I’m going to catch up with Richard and his team. Enjoy the rest of the luncheon,” I say and make my way over to the crew that I occasionally play domines with.
“Why is everyone having girly drinks?” I announce on my arrival, noticing that the four of them are drinking wine. They all laugh without realizing that I amliterallyholding a glass of water.
Over the next fifteen minutes, we chat about the domino tournament we’re going to enter, while I enjoy a glass of scotch with coconut water and sample a few of the food offerings.
Now it was time to bounce. Strategically, I leave without saying goodbye to Lisa, ensuring that I walk within her purview so that she can see me leave out of the corner of her eye.
I don’t want to leave just yet, but I have an important engagement. One I can’t afford to miss.
Chapter 7
Nicholas
At 6:00pm, I send her a message.
Let’s go for Jerk Chicken… if you can manage spicy food :)
I had spent twenty minutes trying to figure out if I should have used an emoji. One minute later, my phone buzzes.
Haha… let’s do it, I’m up for the challenge :)
Yes! … she responded with an emoji.Twenty minutes well spent.
I’ll meet you in the lobby at 7:00pm
Great, see you then.
At 7:00pm, I walk into the lobby and see her seated, legs crossed, reading a local magazine that has a picture of a well-known beach on its cover.
“Goodnight, I’m here to pick up a Lisa Davis.”
She is wearing a black off-the-shoulder top, which taunts me. Can she just pull it down a little more? I wonder…
Looking up, she stands to greet me, smiling, “Hi, Nick.”That smile. Wow.
Her skinny, navy-blue jeans showcase her perfect curves and wonderful ass. And her four-inch black strappy sandals place her at the right height for me.
“Hi, Lisa… let’s turn up the heat.”
We stroll off to the parking lot, having a fun, get-to-know-you conversation when my hand brushes against hers. It feels nice and I want to hold it.Baby steps,Nick.
When we are close enough to my car, I press the unlock button on the keyless remote. “This is me,” I say, pointing to the Honda. She walks over to the driver’s side of the vehicle and before realizing her mistake — that we drive on the left-hand side of the road — I shout, “Hey,” and toss her the key with an underarm motion just as she turns.
Laughing, she catches it, “I keep forgetting.” She throws the key back to me and goes over to the passenger side. While I’m holding the door for her to get in, I warn, “Lisa, don’t let it happen again.”
“Oh yeah, or what?”
She smiled. I smiled.
We both get in the car and continue our get-to-know-you conversation.She smells really nice.
We arrive at a rustic, authentic Jamaican restaurant and sit under a gazebo with a thatched roof. The chairs, made from eucalyptus wood, are solid and uniquely designed with cylindrical blocks forming the seat. The table, made from the same material as the chairs, is nicely crafted into the shape of the Jamaica map.
