A fresh Start

"Great! We'd be working very closely, I hope that is something you can tolerate." She was quite attractive, if it weren't for business dealings he might have struck up a conversation with her anyway.
 
"Careful where you throw those comments cutie, they come back to haunt you!" He admired her even more for her good taste - he knew there was a reason he liked this young lady.
 
"I think you folks should let you do all the negotiating... I was talking about purchasing the restaurant, correct?" his eyes wandered down her arm, to her manicured nails. He wondered how much she actually did in the restaurant, or if she was the honey that collected the bees!
 
"But I'm not negotiating we are waiting for my mother remember. ..I can flirt till she gets hear" licking her lips and brushing her hair behind her ear
 
"Oh, and here I was going to tell your mother that you had already closed the deal.". He watched her, admiring the subtlety of her movements, reserved and measured. He wondered why he wanted to ask her if that same approach ruled her personal activities as well.
"So tell me Xanthia, what did you do for fun in this town when you had the opportunity?"
 
Roller blading in the summer ice skating in the winter hicking camping and curling up with a book
 
"Sounds like fun. You must be happy to be back." He looked her over, she seemed comfortable, relaxed.
"Anything I should know about your Mom? She certainly must be attractive." He winked at Xanthia, following the compliment.
 
"She'd have to be beautiful - it runs in the family. Hmm, a shrew? Any pointers on how to deal with her then?"
 
Be respectful and she expects men to bow to her and kiss her hand and flirt with only her so try not to make it obvious you are attracted to me.
 
"Ignoring you might be difficult Xanthia." He wondered how archaic her mother must be to warrant such a warning.
 
"I plan to make you proud.. Why don't you give her a call, see how long she'll be. If she's delayed you can take me on a tour."
 
*dialing phone* Mom?....an accident some wear ahead of you....backed up for 20 miles yikes.... I'll give him a tour...bye mom.
 
"Alright, you are up, young lady, please don't take me into any dark corners, I may not be able to control myself."
 
He enjoyed walking behind her, catching only the briefest of scents as she walked past him to show him what might not be visible to every diner. It mirrored the seating area, aging, but definitely sturdy. It reminded him of his first truck. It'd racked up 325,000 miles before he had to say goodbye.

He walked to the back, certain areas were a tighter fit as staff moved about getting things done. It placed the two of them in close proximity a number of times. The last was a hot pan moving from the kitchen to the dishwasher, the cook yelled "Hot. Behind."

"I think he may be right." He was looking at her ass when he said it, and overexaggerated leer on his face.
 
He means he's behind you with hot food not that my behind is hot but thank you next is the office the manager and the accountant share
 
"I see, pretty cramped, but I don't suppose you want too much of your square footage taken up by offices."
 
Actually we've been meaning to add on for years and now my parents want to retire and are selling
 
"I can certainly see the need to expand. How long have your parent's owned the place?"
 
"Ah, I would have taken you for 24 at the most. The place hasn't hurt you there..."
 
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