Thread: Femme fatale[RocLobster & Somikat]

The drive to the restaurant was a short but pleasant one. Though Richard tried to make the trip as entertaining as possible, sharing a few short anecdotes and stories with Francesca as the passed several noticeable buildings. The local library where he used to study before leaving for college, a small dive bar in the middle of town that he used to visit with an old girlfriend. He was trying to fill the air more than anything, ensure that nothing became uncomfortably silent even if only for a few moments. By the fourth or fifth story Richard was starting to feel as though he may be boring the poor girl, or at least getting on her nerves with his rambling. I'm sorry, I'm rambling on here... Taking a trip down Nostalgia Lane I suppose. Not often I get to share stories of my college days, before I put on a suit and started brushing shoulders with people who probably shared a class with my grandparents. They're just such a bore at times! Can't stop discussing their business, their church contributions and charities... he let out a heavy sigh before he could continue the list. And how long that list would be. In his early days at Pharmutech he had been able to get away with cutting loose and indulging in a wilder side. Sharing jokes with his co-workers at the expense of his superiors. Now however, if any such scandalous comment were to be tracked back to him... Before those depressing thoughts could fester any further, their cab driver suddenly barked back at the pair to announce their arrival. Richard quickly shaking his head to clear his mind and then graciously share a smile with Francesca. I shouldn't let work trouble me right now. he thought to himself, offering the lady his hand after paying off their driver. Stepping out into the brisk night air, the gentleman escorted his lady across the side walk and up a set of black stone stairs. A top the inclined path were two large glass doors surrounded by a dark wooden frame. A gentle light warming their faces as they enter the vestibule. A tall slender man with greased hair and a clean shaven face waiting by a second door leading inside the building. Ahh, Mr. Norton! We've been awaiting your arrival sir. Your table is ready, if you would like to follow me with your guest. The waiter didn't seem to even raise his eyes from the clipboard at his chest, as though having seen the two through some other extrasensory perception. When he finally did rise to greet them he forced a polite smile, perhaps an instinctive reaction now after having worked at the restaurant for a time. Richard always knew that the majority of these smiles and graces given by the staff were faux, but he gladly accepted a false smile over an envious scowl when trying to enjoy a relaxing meal with guests. Maybe a handsome tip would change the man's mind, if only for that evening. Once they arrived at their table, Richard interrupted the duteous waiter as he went to help Francesca to her seat. Thank you, we'll be alright from here. Would you go bring us some menu's please? Richard softly requested, nodding to the waiter and taking hold of the fine carved seat nearest to the centrefold escort. As she slipped past to take her seat, Richard couldn't help but admire her curvaceous rear. Her short skirt just barely hiding the alluring curves before revealing her fine inviting thighs. Oh how he looked forward to getting to touch those... Well, Francesca... I've been talking to you about myself for the past twenty minutes. Why don't you let me know a little about you now? Once she was comfortably seated, Richard moved to take his own seat next to her. The table he'd chosen for them being quite small and intimate, only just enough room for them each to manoeuvre their arms and legs without obstructing one another. A tactile choice made by him, wanting for the evening to feel close and romantic.