Her conservative button down brown cotton blouse and tan bra had been traded for an oversize shear grey muscle tee and the corporate very appropriate ...ffice business casual tan slacks had been replaced with a pair of candy cane pink jeans. The tee seemed like a light grey fog that began its downward journey from a cold mountaintop as a soft cloud of mist gently gliding from her neck to quickly grow into a speeding mass racing down the upward curving slope of her breasts and then softly floating. The waitress now went to him. “And you, sir?” said Lana, her name plate gave away her identity.He pointed to his choice on the menu. “Number seven,” he said. “Oh, and that lady’s order is on my tab,” he said. Lana gave him a look.“Sir?” she said.“I know her,” he said. Lying to the waitress came easy for him. Besides he would in fact know her and that within the next few. Oh yeah, this one wasn’t getting away. He’d asked for a phone earlier when he’d come in, well, he was a businessman. He. "We ARE going to be watching the movie," I stated matter-of-factly.I took a seat about three rows back in the center of the theatre andMark took the seat right next to me. I normally liked to keep a seatbetween me and anybody I went to the movies with, but I decided to letit pass. We were technically on a date after all.I had to admit Mark was being pretty good throughout the movie. I becameconvinced that Tom had more or less instructed him to back off a bit. Ieventually decided that I should. ” “I never let a lady pay for a meal, but you can buy the wine if you feel that way.” he agreed. The next night Dan called for Sylvia at her home at 7.30pm and they drove to a cosy little Italian restaurant beside the river. “I hope you like Italian,” Dan queried. “Its one of my favourite foods actually, as I have Italian bloodlines, way back,” Sylvia answered. They settled down in a booth at the back of the room and ordered. Sylvia had garlic pawns, followed by spaghetti marinara. Dan.