it was mine as he looked between me and the picture on my license, then laughed at my expense. Libby is still laughing.
“Ladies. Your table is ready if you are.” We both turned to find the tall, dark, handsome man who had greeted us standing with two menus and a wine list in his arm.
“We are.” Libby said as she stood. I stood and grabbed my drink.
“You may leave those there and I’ll have someone bring them right over.”
We were led to a table next to the window and sat.
It looked to be the best table in the restaurant. It certainly had the best view. Chester is a hilly picturesque town. It’s known for its park like streets and open spaces and its quaint shops and restaurants. Our table looked out onto the park with a large stream rippling over stones on it’s way downhill. It was quite a serene location and I felt myself begin to relax…really relax.
“I told you this would be good for you. Look at you. You’re positively glowing.”
I felt flush, but I attributed that to the drink. Which, by the way, is my new favourite too.
We had a seafood tower, with crabmeat, shrimp, small lobster tails and a scallop ceviche. It was delicious. Next was a Mediterranean salad with chopped cucumber, chopped fresh tomatoes, red onion and fresh parsley. All tossed with a fresh lemon Greek dressing.
I let Libby chose my main course for me. The menu was overwhelming. I wanted one of everything. I hadn’t eaten like this, in what seems like, forever. My taste buds were in heaven.
We switched to Champagne with dinner. It was ‘lighter and compliments the entrees better’. From her lips, really .
Libby’s family isn’t wealthy. I mean they do well for themselves. They own a large landscaping business in Bernardsville and a twenty-acre nursery. That’s where I met Dylan.
I worked there one summer when I was home from college and we…let’s say it was destiny and leave it at that. We were married after graduation and he worked with his family while I went to grad school.
I love growing things. Flowers. Vegetables. Plants. It grows…I love it. I majored in horticulture and planned on working in the green houses with…
“What are you thinking about. You look serious.”
“Nothing.” I lied.
“No serious thoughts tonight. Just light, airy, fun times.”
“Yes ma’am.” I mockingly saluted her and we both laughed.
“How are we getting home after all these wonderful drinks?”
“Dave.”
“What?” I was frozen. I didn’t want to see anyone. Dave is Dylan and Libby’s younger brother. I didn’t want to see anyone. I know I said that already.
“Dave is coming with Jerry. Then Dave is taking us home and Jerry is following in Dave’s car.”
I thought about this for a second, realized there really wasn’t a choice, then swatted at the air. “Light airy fun.” I proclaimed.
Libby lifted her drink. “To light airy fun!”
“Well, hello. It’s nice to see you again.”
I didn’t fully grasp what was happening. One minute I was toasting to ‘light, airy fun’, and the next minute I looked up to find Mr. Jolting Blue Eyes standing at the end of our table. I quickly looked at Libby, in hopes she knew what was happening. Then back to blue eyes.
“Excuse me?” I was truly confused.
“Well, it’s good to see you’re looking more like yourself tonight.”
I got the reference right away. And by the smirk on Libby’s face, she got it too.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about…and it’s…it’s rude to interrupt people’s dinner.” I felt flush. The heat rose from my chest up to my forehead. I knew everyone saw it, which caused me to get redder.
“I haven’t had the pleasure.” Libby said.
Oh, shut up Libby. I want him to go away. Remember Light, airy fun?
He had the audacity to hold his hand out to Libby.
“Hi. I’m Mark. I, um, met, I guess you can say met,” he stared at me then turned back to Libby. I think at this point I was crimson. That would be a