Welcome to this weeks edition to Tuesday Tales. It sure feels good to be back. This is the continuation of my WIP, which I am tying up in the weeks to come.
Jill gasped when she walked into Umberto’s Restaurant dining room. In the far corner of the room was a table filled with all different colored wild blowers. The hostess led them to the table next to the one with the flowers. Jill was happy that she hadn’t prematurely comment on them. That would have been one of the most embarrassing moments she had with Robbie. But she was wrong.
Robbie pulled her chair out for her and waited for her to sit before taking the seat across from her. “I hope you like the flowers.”
Jill lifted her hand to her lips before her lips broke into a huge smile. “I can’t believe these are all for me.”
“And there’s still more to come.” Robbie directed his gaze to the hostess. “I would like a bottle of champagne and fresh fruit to start the evening.”
“Fresh fruit? I’d think that would come after the main course.”
“It usually does. But with the champagne I ordered, fresh fruit jumpstarts the pallet.”
Jill scanned the room. She had been to this restaurant when she was in college. The funny part was the décor, all these years later still looked the same. What really surprised her was how Little Italy shrunk. Back in the day, Little Italy spanned over at least a mile radius. Now, if there were a few blocks it would be a lot. This had always been the place to go clothing shopping when she was in her early twenties. Glancing over Robbie’s shoulder, she couldn’t help but zero in on the orange flowers. He apparently went to a lot of trouble to make this night special for her.
“I can’t tell you enough, how much I love the flowers. I’ll never be able to get these all home.”
“I didn’t expect you to. I asked the owner to deliver them to the women’s shelter down the block when we leave.” Robbie turned around in his chair and took the same flower that Jill had been looking at.
“How did you know?” she asked, taking the flower he held out to her.
“You haven’t taken your eyes off it.” Robbie reached over the table and rested his hand on her. “Never in my life have I ever met a woman who gets so excited over the littlest things.”
“I’ve never been a material woman. Don’t get me wrong I love having the very best money can buy, but just like everything else, it eventually breaks and all that’s left is the same ashes.”
Robbie lifted his hand off hers and reached up and touched her cheek. “I’m falling in the love with you.”
Jill’s mouth dropped open. This was the last thing she expected to hear. Even thought she felt the same way, she wanted to try her best to keep her feelings hidden. Taking things any further then a few kisses would mean disaster, especially if things didn’t work out and they weren’t physically compatible.
“You seem surprised at my admission.”
“Very much so.”
“Are you going to tell me what you’re feeling?” Robbie asked.
“I don’t know if I can. I’m coming out of a bad relationship slash marriage, met you and you offered me a great job and opportunity. I’ve been trying to separate business from pleasure. I know what happens when you mix the two together. As soon as one goes soar, the other one is right behind.”
The waiter brought over the bottle of champagne and fresh fruit. He placed the fruit on the table, popped open the champagne and poured.
“Before I answer you, I’d like to make a toast.” He held up his flute glass. “I know this is all happening fast, however, I have never felt like this before. I know this is all happening quite fast, but I know we can make this work. To us.” They clanked glasses.
“I’m not sure–”
Robbie covered her lips with his finger. “The television show is expected to exceed its original numbers. The producer is happy with the episodes you have written. If we get the audience we’re expecting, then I’m hoping that we get signed for another season.”
Jill lifted the flute glass up to her lips and took a sip. Slowly, she brought the glass back down to the table. “I’m…feeling the same. I’m just scared. Scared to let me feeling and emotions go.”
“Let them go. You have nothing to fear.” Robbie reached across the table to take her hands in his. “What I found in you, I’ve been searching for my whole entire life. Together we are magical. Give me that chance to prove it.”
Jill lifted her gaze to meet Robbie’s. He played around with something in his pocket. Her mind went in all different directions. They only knew each other for a couple of weeks. But Robbie was right. It sure as hell felt magical.