This week’s prompts are at the bottom. The work below is practice and practice makes perfect.
Thaddeus lifted the chair and moved it away from the table, careful not to drag the legs along the floor.
Patricia swept her lustrous Marquis de Le’on taffeta gown to the side and slid in to take the seat that Thaddeus had proffered. The entire maneuver took only a few seconds and appeared to have been choreographed, as it was executed so smoothly, “Why, thank you sir.” Patricia offered. Thaddeus merely nodded his head to acknowledge her polite gratitude.
No sooner had Thaddeus taken his seat across the table from Patricia than a tuxedoed waiter materialized at his shoulder.
“Madame, Monsieur,” he greeted the couple as he bowed deeply from the waist.
Patricia extended her arm, elbow straight, and offered him her hand, “Roland, how delightful,” she addressed the waiter as he leaned over the back of her hand.
“Good evening, Roland.” Thaddeus muttered with a flourish as he looked on, “could you fetch us some bubbly? I quite fancy a ’63 Lemures tonight. You do have that?”
“Of course sir,” Roland replied. He dipped his head and backed away from the table.
Once certain that Roland was out of earshot Thaddeus took Patricia by the hand, “Darling,” he began.
“Yes, my love?”
“I’m not quite sure how to broach this, but there’s something I must tell you. It’s of a slightly delicate nature.”
“Well, should it wait then, Thad? We could discuss it after dinner; when we’re alone.” she pursed her lips and smiled ever so slightly, teasing him.
He paused as if considering her proposal, “No, I think not, Patricia. I believe we should discuss this now.”
The sommelier chose that moment to arrive with the Lemures, distracting both Thaddeus and Patricia who devoted all their attention to the presentation of the wine. Once the bottle had been accepted, the glasses poured, and service staff had retreated; the two locked eyes again.
“Now, what’s so important, Thad? What’s so important that it can’t wait?”
“Not a thing Patricia.” Thaddeus laughed and waved it off, “Don’t you worry your beautiful head about it.” He picked up her glass and handed it to her. Then he raised his glass, she lifted hers, and they rang the rims together lightly.
He saw Roland across the room and caught his eye. Very slightly, he shook his head from side to side. Roland rolled his eyes and turned away. He had other diners to take care of.
This week’s prompts are:
- the last time…
- Let her go
- the usual crowd was there
Go ahead and dive in, set your imagination free!
Ready, Set, Go – you have 25 minutes, but if that is not possible, take as long as you need.