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    “This is my fi rst time here at DeVette’s Jazz Spot and I’m really feeling this nice vibe.” Sinclair said while admiring the lovely place.
    The huge restaurant was decorated with ivory and burgundy paintings that compliment ed the table and chair covers.  Each table had a single candle which glowed inside an extra-large brandy glass.  The musicians were playing soft music that set the tone for the elegant upscale restaurant. 
    “I totally agree it is a very nice place, that’s why I chose it.  The music is great and the food is phenomenal.”  Kingston explained as they waited on their dinner and had small talk.   “This is my second favorite restaurant in DC.”
    “Well I am glad you cho se this place, I like it a lot.  Now what is your first favorite restaurant?” Sinclair asked him while sipping on her beverage.
    “Without a doubt Sam’s on U Street,” Kingston replied, smiling at Sinclair.
    “What do you know about Sam’s? You don’t even live in DC do you?”  Sinclair taunted Kingston.
    “And how would you know that my dear?” Kingston asked slyly.
    “Ah, let’s see.  You told me when w e talked briefly on the phone.”  Sinclair reminded him the well-dressed Kingston.
      “I forgot I told you.  Now just because I don’t live here doesn’t mean I don’t know about Ben’s.  My parents used to bring my brother, sister and I down here at least once a month when I was a kid.” Kingston replied as the flickering candle danced on their table.
    “Is that so?” A surprised Sinclair asked.
    “I lived on Ben’s when I played at Georgetown. Back in the day I could put away two large bowls of chili, two hamburger steaks and still have room for dessert.”  Kingston replied while sitting back enjoying his time with Sinclair.
    “So you played for Georgetown? Nice, very nice.” 
    Sinclair was not surprised he played basketball because he was most certainly built like a basketball player.  His tall muscular physique had Sinclair thanking her lucky stars she had met him. 
    “ I had torn up so many ligaments my doctor said if I didn’t stop playing basketball I would never walk again.  That was the end of my sports career then and there.  After I graduated I got a job in my family business and I have been there ever since.”  Kingston explained as much as he could while still admiring Sinclair’s beauty.  “What about you? What’s your story?”
    “What would you like to know?” Sinclair asked while she began to cut into her chicken breast. And Kingston began to cut into his sirloin steak.
    Kingston reached across the table an d took Sinclair’s hand and looked into her eyes.  “I want to know about the beautiful woman behind those gorgeous legs.”
    Sinclair pu t down her fork and stared Kingston right in his gray eyes.  “There is not much to tell.  I was raised in the foster system in Oregon and I don’t know who my parents are.  When I aged out, I moved here to DC to get away from everything.  I now own my own business where I help former foster kids transition to independent living.”
    “ So how did you start your business?” Becoming more interested, Kingston put down his fork to give Sinclair his full attention.
    “ I used the computers at a bookstore so I could find resources for myself.  I was there so much that the owner, Miss Marjorie offered me a job helping other people like myself and she even let me sleep in the backroom too since I was homeless.”  She was definitely nervous after telling him her story because she didn’t know how he would react to it. 
    “That was very nice of her.” The more Kingston found out about Sinclair the more he wanted to know.
    “Yes it was.  When she died she left the store to me to convert into a permanent place to help former foster kids.  I didn’t know