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Post by siburis on Aug 13, 2010 20:27:06 GMT -8
He smiled as the waiter walked up to their table. “Hello, we would like a Salmon for her and Pasta for me.” He looked over and Penelope and smiled softly. “How would you like your salmon dear?”
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Post by Penelope Greene on Aug 13, 2010 20:28:37 GMT -8
"Grilled, please," she said to the waiter.
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Post by siburis on Aug 13, 2010 20:48:09 GMT -8
He picked up their menus as he handed them to the waiter. “We would also like some wine please, Pinot Noir for her and a Zinfandel for me.” He smiled up at the waiter warmly as he sent him a wave of drowsiness watching him as his eyes started to flutter, his body swaying slightly. “You were going to get up out food and wine sir.” He waiter blinked several times before walking off, almost hitting a table.
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Post by Penelope Greene on Aug 13, 2010 21:20:39 GMT -8
"You're terrible," she said, though smiling. "I thought you had an ID or something," she laughed.
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Post by siburis on Aug 13, 2010 21:39:29 GMT -8
He smiled at her nodding his head. “Thank you sweetie, I would have made one but this way was so much more fun.” He reached over the table and held her hand, rubbing the back of it with his thumb.
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Post by Penelope Greene on Aug 13, 2010 21:43:49 GMT -8
She smiled at him and squeezed his hand. "Thank you," she said to him.
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