TUESDAY TALES - PROMPT "GOLD"

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The waiter seated them at a table in the corner. The furniture was bamboo with green and white print tablecloths depicting all sorts of plants. There were huge potted palms and other flora decorating the restaurant. Bull like the atmosphere, almost like a tropical rain forest.

They ordered raspberry iced tea and a plate of hearts of palm and olives as an appetizer.

Samantha picked up the dish with the gold sun design in the center. “I don’t have dishes. So much to buy. I forgot how expensive it is to set up an apartment.” She sighed.

“Let me help you. I can give you whatever you need.”

She took his hand. “I can’t do that Sly. The point of moving out of my brother’s house was to be independent.”

“Okay, so call it a loan. You can pay me back, uh…never. How’s that?”

She smiled at him. “That’s so sweet. I just can’t. The director at the shelter is having surgery She asked me to take over while she recuperates. It’s only part-time, but that extra income along with my job at the Kings should do it.”

“You’ll be working all the time. When will we get a chance to hang out?”

He raised her hand to his lips.

“I’ll still have time for you.”

He gazed into her eyes and caught a glimpse of something warm. Was it desire? His heart beat a little faster.

“I’ve never been to a place like this. Do you know anything about this kind of food?” He asked, his brow furrowed as he read the menu.

“A little. I see those sweet potato fries,” she said, arching her eyebrows as she studied the offerings.

“I’ll have those. What else?”

“A veggie burger?”

“With enough catsup, you can eat anything,” he said, but his voice didn’t ring confident.

Sam laughed.

They placed their orders, two veggie burgers and two sweet potato fries.

While they waited for their food, Sam sipped her drink.

Bull took her small hand between his. “What did you do before you worked for The Kings?”

“I worked in a small fashion boutique.”

“I can believe it.”

“What does that mean?” She raised her eyebrows.

“I mean, you dress real nice. Beautiful. I can see you working in fashion.”

“Oh. Thanks.” She looked down at their hands entwined.

He stroked the back of her hand with his thumb. “You don’t think I’d say something nasty, do you?”

“I’m still wondering why my brother doesn’t like you.”

Sly sensed his face heating. “It’s just guy crap. You know we say stuff. Stuff about women. It doesn’t mean anything. I mean I’d never say anything like that about you.”

“Did you say stuff about old girlfriends?”

He shook his head. “Most guys just make stuff up.”

“So you’re saying you’re a liar?”

The waiter arrived with their food, interrupting their conversation. Bull shifted in his seat, looking for a way to change the subject.

When the waiter left, she raised her eyebrows at him. “So?”

“It’s not lying, exactly. Guys exaggerate.” He loaded a third of the catsup jar onto his burger.

“Devon doesn’t do that, does he?”

Sly laughed. “Oh yeah? If he doesn’t, then he’s been dating a couple of female gymnasts,” he chuckled.

Samantha’s face reddened as she turned her attention to her food. They ate in silence for a while. He wolfed down the fries, then attacked the burger.

Change the subject, muscle head.

“Movie tonight?”

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