Season Three, cont.
I settled back into a regular routine after that. Every day at work, I provided the best I could, making new friends everywhere I went. My after-hours catering began to pick up and I was no longer just doing private cast parties and the occasional dinner party, I was supplying set dinners to a couple other productions, separate indie movies that were being filmed in the area As such, my time with Gale got whittled down to mostly just Sundays and even then, we were joined by Bobby and later by Randy and Hal.
I had just finished with the last serving of dinner when a flashy Corvette screeched to a halt next to me. The window rolled down and Gale grinned at me.
"Hop in."
He didn't have to ask twice. I locked my truck and slid in beside him. "Yours?"
"For the show. Let's take a ride."
"Okay."
I didn't care how late it was nor the fact that I was still wearing my chef's hat and my hair was clumped down. I was with Gale. My heart was soaring as we tooled around Toronto, smiles on our faces. We ended up at a parking spot overlooking the city and the Corvette rumbled into silence beneath us.
"It's beautiful out here."
"You don't get out enough." He turned toward me, pulling my hat off and ruffling my limp locks. "That's why I kidnapped you."
"You can't kidnap a willing victim." I smiled as his hand found mine, our fingers stroking and smoothing.
