by Jamie Loeak
Kate. “That’s because they are all delicious,” he replied. “Would you like me to order something for you?”
“Yes,” Kate admitted.
Rico nodded and looked up to see the waitress coming back. She set two large glasses of ice water on the table and leaned over to pull a notebook and pen from her apron pocket. She had dark hair that was pulled back in a tight bun and wore peach lipstick that stood out against her tanned skin. She was exotic, with arched eyebrows and olive skin that shimmered. She held the pen poised over her notebook and asked the pair what they wanted.
Rico cleared his throat. “I would like the La Crepperie Special and Kate would like the delicious Bianca Mia. We would also like to share a Romeo y Julieta for dessert. Would you please bring that out after we’re finished, though?” Rico asked kindly. He added a few words in Spanish afterwards, his accent perfectly natural.
“Of course,” the waitress said with a curtsy. “And thank you.”
Kate watched as the waitress walked away and then turned back to face Rico. “Thank you for ordering for me. I wouldn’t have known where to begin. Also, thank you for taking me here. This means a lot to me.”
Rico looked up at Kate through his long, dark lashes. “You’re welcome,” he said.
