Welcome to this weeks edition of Tuesday Tales. Last week Jill and Robbie were conversing on the plane where Robbie offered Jill a job. After waiting for their luggage, they waited outside the terminal for a taxi. MAKE SURE TO CHECK OUT THE OTHER FABULOUS AUTHORS OF TUESDAY TALES Robbie and Jill shared a taxi.   On the way to Jill’s hotel, Robbie asked if she would like to get a bit to eat since the food on the plane was disgusting. Without hesitation, Jill said yes, only with the agreement that he’d give her a chance to check in and freshen up. Jill got herself settled into her room, before fixing her hair and touching up her makeup.   On the way down on the elevator, she tried to think of things she could talk to him about. Was this a date? If it were, she didn’t have a clue on how to act, what to say. She pinched her leg. Why was she thinking like that? This was going to be a business meeting. The restaurant was located on the opposite...

--> Welcome to this weeks Tuesday Tales to the word prompt Wine.  For my blog, I choose to keep the scene PG.                                  Pia took a sip of her wine before setting her long black stem glass down on the frosted glass coasters on her cocktail table.   Lorenzo stood in front of her, extending his hand toward her. “Come here.” Pia took his hand and slipped into his arms as they danced to the soft love song playing on the stereo.   Since Lorenzo had become a part of her life, she started to see and appreciate things she never did before.   Dancing, well this was one of her passions.   Growing up, she had always wanted to go to dance school, but with her father in and out of jobs, her parents couldn’t afford to send her.   Pia took a few dance classes while she atte...

Alexandra went into surgery and Billy was escorted into the waiting area where the two officers were sitting, having a cup of coffee waiting for him. With everything going on, he had totally forgot about the interrogation squad waiting for him. Now he had all of thirty seconds to decide if it were the right thing to tell them about Ralphie and his past. This wasn’t part of the plan. As soon as the officer saw him walk in, they were on their feet. “Can you guys just give me a few minutes? I’d like to get a cup of coffee.” “No problem,” Gallo said. “It’s funny that you would ask for one, and I bought an extra one just a few minutes ago,” he said handing him a paper cup. Billy took it from him, and mumbled, “Thank you,” before slouching into the worn out beige leather seat. “We understand your situation, but we need to ask you a few questions about what happened outside your café earlier.” “I understand. I’ll tell you whatever you need, to catch the bastard who hurt my sweet A...