As they came in the room, she stood up. He took off his jacket and handed it to her. She put it on a hanger, and closed the closet door. She went to the bar and fixed his drink, brought an ashtray and drink over to him. His friend smiled up at her, but she stared at the wall, face completely blank.
"Did you behave while we were gone?"
"Yes Sir."
He picked up the menu by the phone and dramatically read the dessert menu, watching her.
"Hmmm, chocolate lava cake..."
She kept staring at the wall, face a total mask.
"Apple pie....warm...side of ice cream..."
She blinked.
"New York style cheesecake..."
Her tongue slid over her lips, but she bit her bottom lip hard.
"...with strawberries." At that her cheeks turned red.
He called and placed the order.
"Sit down." She sat down immediately, on the floor, within reach but not on top of his feet. He laughed, and talked with his friend some.
The knock at the door was loud, and she looked to see if she should answer. Instead he took care of it. He came back and placed the cheesecake on the coffee table in front of her.
Her mind racing, she looked at him, but he was busy talking. Maybe she was supposed to eat it. The last thing he had said was to sit, not to eat.
There wasn't any silverware to eat with beside it. She saw it clearly, with the strawberries on top, and the red sauce dropping over the side, glassy and sweet.
He took his foot and slid the table forward to make more room.
"Did you want some cheesecake?" he said.
"Yes please."
"How bad do you want it?"
She didn't know how to answer, so she didn't.