The Italian Restaurant (closed for redxrose & self)

[Andy Tweed]

OOC: I am Tweed, a forty something executive for a phamaceutical company, in town for a weekend and out for a meal alone. I choose a small Italian restaurant, well known for its pasta and wine, and friendly hosptality. I book ahead.

I am 5'11" and slim, athletic build, with good looks, a crisp suit and black shoes. I have left my briefcase in the hotel, and look somewheat lost without it, but have a novel in my pocket.

In character:

Arriving at the restaurant on foot, having walked from the hotel, I find it adjacent to a drug store and a hair dresser, not the most auspicious of locations but I am anxious to eat and drink well not to tell everyone that I went to the best known rastaurant in town.

Inside I give my name in and having booked ahead I am welcomed by the Maitre D' and shown to a private table. I am grateful as its already late and I almost missed the table. Most of the customers are already on coffee, I was lucky.

I wait for service, reading the menu and the wine list I find on the table.

 

[Redxrose]

OOOC: Rachel is my name. At thirty-four, I am the owner and your server for the night. I come from an Italtian culture, my knowledge making the resturant what is.

5'6 with a slim waist and portioned body. Long auburn hair and piercing green eyes. Has a friendly demeaner

IC:

Having noticed that the resveration book was full, Rachel took a large breathe. The place was going to be packed, good for business, bad for her feet. Pushing her hair behind her hair Rachel stood up and asked for her tables. She'd let the cook handle her job her once. Before getting to her tables Rachel checked the glasses for spots, cleaned off the few empty tables and then finally went to work.

Finally realizing that a man was at own of her tables she walked over with a birght smile plastered on her face. "Hello and welcome. How can I help you tonight?" She looked him over while he was reading the menu, he was good looking man in his forties. Leave to your dreams, Rachel thought to herself. "Might I recomend something?"

(Sorry for taking so long)

 

[Andy Tweed]

When the hostess came over to the table and introduced herself I knew I had made a great choice. She had a smile to warm any heart and it shone through. It was obvious that it mattered if her clients had a good meal.

I looked for a wedding ring and saw none. I could sense how tired she was. I took a chance.

'Rachel, I'd like a nice bottle of wine first, to have an hour or so to enjoy it and then to eat some fresh home cooked pasta. Please join me if you can, for all or part of it.'

I didn't know what she would say, but then, why not take the chance ? She was beautiful, tired and needed something wonderful. I knew I could give it.

I looked at her and smiled.

 

[Redxrose]

She laughed for a moment. "Well why not. I can have Ronnie cover my tables. One second please" She walked away and came back carrying a bottle of dark red wine and a plate of penne pasta. "Only the finest for you sir" She laughed and then blushed. She knew she wasn't ver funny. "I'm sorry...that wasn't a good joke....I..." She tried to turn the conversation around "So do tell: is your name?"

As they talked and exchanged banter Rachel became more and more intrigued. This man brought out all sides of her that she never even knew she had. Being a friendly, but relativly shy person Rachel was used to such warmth from a customer. Usually they just came here to say they did. It wasn't for the food. But this man seemed geunine. At least for now.

 

[Andy Tweed]

When the waitress repsonded to my offer to share a drink and perhaps some pasta, I was delighted, so when she bought the Barolo to the table and poured it out, the evening began to turn from one of average to exceptional promise.

When rachel sat down next to me, she lifted the whole area of the restaurant and we chatted easily for a while, I re-filled our glasses after 10 minutes or so telling her about my reasons for being in town, what I liked and disliked about hotels, what I enjoyed doing to relax.

After a while, I turned in my seat a little to better take her in and gace her a better chance to survey me: at 42 I was slim and athletic, handsome most women said, and though unshaven since an early start this morning, I wwas confident that my cheeky grin and young complexion would likely be attractive to Rachel. After some time I undid and removed my tie, and then took off my jacket, laying it to my right.

The whole experience was lovely, sensual, delightful. I began to relax for the first time in weeks.

 

[Redxrose]

Clearly Rachel was making the man relax. And that delighted her. There had really never been a time when people had been relaxed with a resturant manager. The always wanted something. And something was always going wrong. From the glasses to the pasta to the wine, nothing could ever go right. But tonight that wasn't her problem, it was Ronnie's. For once Rachel felt happy at not having her career weigh her down. This man was kind and witty, and extremly handsome. Not to mention he was older, Rachel had always had a soft spot for older men.

Pushing her hair behind her ear she took him in. And she feel him doing the same thing. She knew she wasn't bad to look at. Her brown hair curled at her shoulders, and from her itailin genes she beautiful olive skin. But she knew she wasn't like some of the movies stars who dined at the resturant. But she did have one thing going for her, her boobs were much bigger than the skinny celebrites. She knew it was silly being so vain, and caring for how she looked to this man, he was just trying to befriend her. And probably get in her pants, but still, he was so nice about it.

"Every thing to your liking sir?"

 

[Andy Tweed]

I lean in, my nose touching her ear... 'yes, its so alright, I'd just like you for dessert ! Are you on the menu ?'

 

[Redxrose]

She shivered as his breathe tickled her ear. "I bet everyone here can tell you that the chocolate cake tastes much better" She turned her head to the side and gave me a light tempting kiss on the neck. "Though I don't think they have that on good authority" Rachel was shocked with herself, she had never been this flirty. Usually she was the girl next door.

"Rachel! Rachel! It's time to work girl!" Ronnie came rushing over looking haressed.
"Ronnie..."
"Look this place is packed, I need you help!"
"Fine fine..." She looked at Tweed. "I'm sorry but I really do have to go" She left but had the cok send him a piece of chocolate cake.

 

[Andy Tweed]

I ate the chocolate cake alone, watching the other clients, ordered a large latte and enjoyed my book. As 11pm approached I wondered if I had misread the little signs.....

 

[Redxrose]

Rachel was about to drop dead. Ronnie wasn't kidding when she said that the place was packed. Finally the place calmed down and looked around for Andy. She knew that he wouldn't stay for such a long time, but she hoped and hoped, and...her hoping had paid off! He was stilling sitting in the place she had left him, reading a book. Rachel walked over and sat across from him. "Hello Stranger"

 

[Andy Tweed]

'Hi' I said and tapped the seat next to me.... 'Like a break ? Your feet must be aching.....' I smiled.

 

[Redxrose]

Rachel nodded. "How did you know?" She slid into the seat next to him and gave him a naughty grin. "You know, I'm never usually like this"