Charlie and Emma Kay were seated at a white tablecloth-covered two-top out in a corner of the patio at the quaint little café. They arranged their chairs so that they could sit right next to each other, rather than across from each other, facing the rest of the tables. There were only three other occupied tables on the patio, two young, attractive couples and a foursome of senior citizens, the men still in their golf attire, the ladies gussied up for a night on the town.
The pair stared at the Early Bird Special group (although it was just after 7:00 in the evening), imagining what their life together could be in another 20 years, if the stars aligned just right. The buxom brunette grabbed her new lover's hand and gave it a quick squeeze, although neither one of them mentioned their thoughts.
As if on cue, the man's stomach growled like Chewbacca, and the pair laughed before grabbing their menus. Their server appeared as if teleporting, a handsome young blonde boy who looked barely out of high school, if that. "We'll need a few minutes for the chow, but I would love some cocktails first," the wife and mother of two daughters took the lead. Her eyes had spotted an elite Malbec on the menu. "Get a good Scotch, baby. This is all on my wonderful hubby."
When the young waiter had hurried off with their drink orders, the new couple returned to the more substantive portion of the menus. Emma Kay was trying to decide between a blackened chicken à la mer and an alder-planked salmon steak. Her surrogate lover weighed a strip steak or a giant pork chop.
Their drinks were delivered well before they had made up their minds, but neither they nor their Abercrombie and Fitch model cum waiter were in any hurry. As "Calvin" set down their drinks, the wife leaned forward to grab the hammered steel pitcher of ice water. Charlie noticed the top of her pretty yellow sundress fall open, giving the young man a perfect view of her slightly-sagging C-cup tits. The kid couldn't help but stare for a moment until she sat back up.
"Nice, aren't they?" Charlie quipped.
The server's eyes bulged out and he turned beet red. "Omigod! I am SO sorry! I just--"
"Oh, you're fine," the woman chuckled. "No one's looked at my girls like that in a long time. I'm very flattered, Calvin."
The boy darkened even more. "Oh, um, okay. Thanks. Your next round is on me."
He spun on a heel and hustled back into the restaurant. The couple looked at each other and laughed. "I didn't realize we were going out for dinner AND a show," the man smirked, nodding at his date's chest.
Emma Kay covered her mouth in mock embarrassment. "I have to admit I kind of did that on purpose."
"I know, baby. And it was super cute. I don't mind you flaunting your girls at all. But they're all mine when we get to the hotel. Now..." Charlie began before reaching into one of his shorts' pockets. He pulled out a brand-new pack of Benson and Hedges menthol 100s and set them on the table in front of Megan.
"Oh my God!" she squealed, then looked around. "You didn't smoke at the house or on the way over here. I was afraid maybe you had quit! I've been dying for a cigarette ever since... well, ever since you told me you had a thing for it. But... we can't smoke here, can we?"
Charlie grinned, stood up, and walked over to another table, grabbing an ashtray. "I noticed them when we were being seated." He sat back down as his date excitedly opened her first pack of cigarettes in years, and he pulled out a pack of his Marlboro Lights.
The woman put a long, slender, all-white cigarette between her glossy lips and looked to Charlie for a light. He clicked on his blue Bic and held it out for her, cupping it against the warm breeze with his other hand. She leaned in and puffed the cylinder to life, keeping her twinkling eyes on his. Then she took a cheek-hollowing drag and inhaled deeply. And promptly coughed the smoke back out.
