she dragged me out of the house knowing i was feeling down not allowing me to wallow in my self pity,
she dressed me, painted my face fashioned my hair, that’s my girl friend
at Juliana’s, small family owned Italian restaurant, a gem of a find, she said, Lorenzo, greeted her with familiarity (she leaves a memorable impression)
she introduced me as her bestie with a twinkle in her eye young (as all under 30 people are to me) handsome, dark thick curly haired, with dancing eyes, a serving towel over his left arm nodded with a genuine smile
i smiled back despite my mood
wine was swirled, smelled, sampled and selected a captivating performance, executed expertly
she watched me watching him describe the specials with a melodic Italian accent transforming my mood
garlic knots wafting with his stride, placed on the table with a small bowl of marinara sauce still hovering in his long lean fingers it slipped, splattering red stain on the pristine white cloth
without skipping a beat his eyes poured into mine words emerged “forgive me, your beauty made me nervous”
True story, and yes I left a fat tip! Best line ever