EMILY
I didn’t get to ask him anything else because he disappeared. I was still enjoying this seafood cooked simply deliciously. No matter how hard I tried at home, it would never turn out like theirs.
I couldn’t find the secret to cooking them like that myself. I cooked whatever I wanted in my spare time, and this dish was my favorite.
I was so happy when I saw this restaurant had a band. The music, the wine and the food made everything special. I just hoped Mike loved dancing and would invite me, as I loved dancing.
My chances with Kevin were slim because he hated music, or so I thought.
“It’s not the place for painful memories,” I scolded myself in my thoughts.
I tasted the cold wine the waiter brought us even though Mike had left for a little while. As I sipped from the glass, I heard the strains of a love song.
My mouth got caressed by a sweet taste and a special music spoiled my hearing. The wine and that melody blended perfectly, transporting me to a world I had never seen
