According to the article I read, this place had a garden area full of lemon trees. They had tables set up patio style, where patrons dined under said trees with twinkling lights. That was some real shit everyone needed to experience at least once in their lives.
The hostess greeted me in Italian, but soon recognized there was a break in communication. Though I loved the country, I had yet to master the language. I knew a couple few words but couldn’t string together a sentence to save my life. We did the universal dance of I don’t know what you’re saying. It made me laugh because there was no way for us to know what the other was saying. That was until I heard the muffled voice of a man behind me.
“She’s asking your seating preference,” he squeaked out from a clinched jaw.
I turned to find a somewhat handsome man with a scar on the side of his face. He was speaking to the hostess in Italian, but never took his eyes from me. I didn’t know if I should be afraid or flattered. When he asked to join me for dinner, the choice was made for me. You only live once, right?
“I asked the hostess to seat you in the garden. You must experience dining under the lemon trees.”
“Thank you. That’s what I was trying to tell her,” I chuckled.
The way the man looked at me was almost predatory. My Spidey senses started tingling, but I decided to ignore them. The man was just being nice. Besides, he just translated for me. It wasn’t like I was dating him or something.
“May I join you for dinner?”
Okay, so maybe we would be dating. At least sharing a meal. What harm could it do? I was lonely out here by myself. I needed human interaction. Since I didn’t speak the language, it was difficult to meet people. Giving him my cute smile, I agreed to his request.
“Well, I guess I kind of owe you for the translation, so I guess that would be alright.”
He gave me a wry smile. It looked as if it hurt his face to use those twenty-six muscles. He was better off frowning. It may take more muscles, but Lord knows it would be less painful. He allowed me to walk into the garden ahead of him. The breath went right out of my lungs as I took in the scene before me. The garden was so picturesque. It was like I walked into a movie. This couldn’t be my life.
“Are you alright?” the strange man asked.
“Yes. It’s just so beautiful. I never thought I would see something like this in real life.”
“Oh, yeah? Well, you picked the right time to come to this restaurant. It will be closing for the off season at the end of this month and won’t re-open until spring.”
“Really?”
“You’ll find that to be true with most of the restaurants on the island. Only a few that cater to locals, stay open during the winter.”
“That’s great to know. I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name.”
“My apologies. Giorgio Gallo at your service, signora. And your name, please?”
“I’m Sheree Raymond.”
“It’s nice to know you, Sheree. I hear your American accent. Where do you live?”
“I’m from North Carolina. What about you?”
“Oh, I’m from Roma, but I have a place here in Capri.”
The more he talked, the more I noticed he was moving his mouth a little funny. I didn’t want to be rude, so I tried not to stare, but it was hard not to. He spoke with an accent. His limited jaw mobility made it a bit difficult to understand him. My curiosity got the better of me.
“Giorgio, don’t take this the wrong way, but I noticed a little umm…”
“You’re talking about my jaw? It’s okay. I am not offended. I was in an accident a few months back and broke my jaw as a result. I was delayed in getting to the hospital, so there was some permanent damage to my nerves that cause my speech impediment.”
The look that appeared in his eyes down right scared me. He wasn’t angry, he was furious! Then as quickly as it came, it disappeared. He gave me a little smile that allowed me to relax a bit. However, I wasn’t naïve enough to think he didn’t have some demons lingering in the back of his head.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to pry.”
The subject quickly changed to both of our relief. We chatted about my job and why I was in Italy. He pretended to be fascinated with my adventures, but I could see his eyes gloss over. It didn’t really matter to me if he was disinterested in my newfound career. Hell, when he started telling me about being an accountant and rambling on about figures, I had to place my hand under my chin to keep it from hitting the table.Boring!
By the end of our dinner, I wasn’t sure that I wanted to see this guy again. I needed more excitement from my men. This guy was giving me stiff and stuffy. That was until he pulled me in his arms and kissed me goodbye. Woo!
Baby, when I say instant waterfall in the panties, I mean it. Who would have thought this guy with the dangerous eyes, and boring personality could make a girl swoon? To my surprise I forked over my number when he asked, without hesitation. I was such a sucker for a good kisser.