6|Turkey Baster

~Rylee~

I bit my lip, fighting back a giggle at Klaus’ comical look. Expressive viridescent eyes blinked once, twice, as though he caught something in them. Capturing this on camera would have been epic. Maybe I could request a CCTV copy from the restaurant.

“Come again?” He reached for his glass of wine, sipping more than a mouthful.

I did the same, repeating my last statement. “A baby.”

He swallowed hard. The gears on his mind shift as he digests what I said. “A baby…” he parroted, sampling the words. “Like one of those little… thing…” he searched for words. “… that cries and whines and forces people to become celibate?”

That did it for me. I laughed wholeheartedly, gaining a few eyes from the couples dining close to our table.

Our table stood out for its intimate arrangement in the middle of the busy restaurant with that classic vibe. Klaus booked a booth that had a good view of tonight’s jazz performer. The dim light deliberately made the food and my companion appear tempting. Apa