Chapter Five: Page 2Mature

“Do you trust me?” he asked, smiling back at me comfortingly.  His smile was so nice and cute that it was almost enough to put me at ease in this restaurant where I so clearly did not belong.


“Why?” I asked suspiciously, as a young woman approached our table.  Her all black ensemble, delicately pulled back hair, and cradled tablet led me to assume she was our waitress.

“Hello, and welcome to Elemantra’s this evening.  My name is Lorena and I ‘ll be helping you this evening.  I see that the two of you already have drinks, so can I interest you in an hors d’oeurve?  We make a lovely foiegras, if you don’t mind me saying so.”

Ezra snapped the cover of his tablet closed and smiled at the woman.  “Thank you, Lorena, but I think we’ll be starting with the canapé and rillettes.  Then I think I’ll take a confit de canard and my date will have the coq au Riesling.”  He handed the tablet back to Lorena as I closed my own.  “And some bread for the table would be nice, if you have it.  Just something to snack on in the meantime.”  Somewhat stunned with the amount Ezra knew about the restaurant, I handed the tablet I was holding back to Lorena in a sort of daze.

“So you know a lot about French food?” I asked casually.  Ezra shrugged in response and took a sip of wine.

“Just enough to get by.  Nothing too fancy.”  If the ordering that had just taken place was any indication, that was just about the understatement of the year.  It hit me all of a sudden, harder than it had before, that I was completely out of my league here.  I had no clue what to do now, so I stood up suddenly.  My chair rocked back into another table and a man glared at me angrily.

“Sorry,” I muttered, scooping Nova’s clutch up in my hands and fiddling with the clasp.  “Um…Ezra, I have to go to the bathroom, so I’ll be right back.”

“Alright,” I heard him say confusedly as I rushed as fast as I could into the bathroom.  By the time I pushed the door open to enter the women’s room, I had already called Nova and was anxiously waiting for her to pick up.  The phone rang, heartstoppingly, once…twice…three times…

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