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As they ate dinner quietly, Billie’s eyes wandered to the table where the mysterious woman and her handsome companion sat. Noticing they were continuing to stare towards their table, Billie jabbed Glenn in his side. “She’s still giving me the eye treatment.”
Glenn looked at the table three rows away. “No, she’s not. They’re too busy enjoying dinner, as you better do.”
“No, she’s still staring.”
“Are you still talking about that lady?” Gretchen intervened.
“Oh, it’s nothing,” Glenn insisted.
“It does mean something,” Billie labored on his opinion of the current situation.
“That woman has been looking at me for some reason. I don’t think it is because she finds me handsome.”
“Why are you so concerned?” Gretchen refrained from putting the piece of prime rib on her fork in her mouth.
“It’s nothing to worry about.” Glenn glared at Billie, signaling to simmer down. “Just relax.”
“Okay.” Billie frowned.
“I would like to meet her sometime.” Gretchen’s attention remained focused on the woman until her stare was noticed.
“Yes, I think he is the right one.” Linda Anderson’s attention returned to her husband, while they dined by themselves, at table 15
“He’ll work out, but what about the other three at his table?” Paul Anderson’s hand clasped his wife’s free hand.
“The younger man appears to be very close to him,” she acknowledged. “That woman with those gaudy clothes could be trouble.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Call it feminine intuition. Anyway, we’ll have our steward check up on all four. When you talk to him later, tonight, ask him to find out about all of them.”
“I’ll call him after dinner, or maybe after we do a little exploring ourselves.”
They ate, continuing to spy, discreetly.
“How is everything?” Victor inquired, after arriving at table 9.
“The prime rib is just delicious!” Gretchen spoke for herself and Horace.
“We loved the salmon,” Glenn lied.
Bruce arrived at the table, inquiring as to dessert in a more deliberate refined fashion, in Victor’s presence, while Manuel removed the plates.
“I have to pass on dessert.” Billie’s eyes scrutinized Bruce’s crotch. “I’m stuffed.’
“I just picked but I’m very full too.” Glenn agreed, smiling with satisfaction.
Bruce was disappointed, when Glenn and Billie passed on dessert. “You’ll miss something real special.” Bruce pouted, and then smiled, in order to tease his customers. “There’s a delicious display of the Scorching Banana Flambé, just delicious.”
Victor departed. Bruce took Gretchen and Horace’s dessert orders.
When Bruce left Glenn and Billie sat up, ready to leave.
“It’s been nice eating with you.” Glenn bid goodnight.
“I hope we see you again.” Billie acknowledged Glenn’s urgency to leave.
While they walked toward the dining room entrance, displays of the Scorching Banana Flambés were being brought to various tables in the dining room. Blazing colorful sparklers illuminated a rainbow over silver trays of the dessert in a fanfare under the dim light chandeliers of the dining room.
“Magical Burning Sticks. Yuk!” Glenn’s terminology for the extravagant dessert likened to his distaste for bananas in general.
“Wait, I have something for you.” Bruce’s voice called after them, before they reached the exit.
Upon reaching them, Bruce handed an envelope to Glenn. “I hope to see both of you there.”
“I thought we were the ones to pay the tip,” Billie quipped.
“It’s a party I thought you might be interested in.” Turning back toward the main dining room, he smiled deviously, with two sexy dimples depressed in his cheeks. He rushed back into the dining room.
“What’s this, another invitation to the Greek Lounge at midnight?” Billie stared at the envelope.
Glenn opened it. “Yeah, we have another invitation. I hope we get something else to see later; like Bruce out of his waiter’s uniform.”
“I agree with you. I can’t wait until midnight.”