"What choices do I have?" You ask.
She smiles and hands you the menu. You pretend to scan through it and finally ask, "What do you recommend, Savannah?"
"Would you like to start with some soup?" She asks, flashing her pleasant smile.
You stare into her blue eyes and slowly say, "I really don't intend to stay long. How about if I skip everything and go direct to dessert. What do you think?"
"Me?" she asks, blushing slightly.
You smile at what you think is a Freudian slip. "Really?" you ask.
"What's did you say sir?" she asks, somewhat confused and blushing even more.
"What do you recommend for dessert?" you ask, trying to ignore her reddening face.
"I.. I... am sorry, I'm new at this," she stammers, taking the menu from your hand. She scans the dessert section and points to the third item. "Would that suit you?"
"Have you tried it?" you ask.
"I've not tried anything really," she admits reluctantly. "My uncle's strict about not tasting."
"I see," you say. "Okay, I'll try that."
"And what else?" she asks.
"Your uncle owns this place?" you ask.
"No," she whispers. "He's the guy at the door."
"I guess that will be all for now," you conclude. You cannot help but notice the sway of her ass as she leaves your table.
Suddenly your phone vibrates.
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