We arrived at the restaurant and were shown to a table near a corner of the dining room. It was quite a small room, and it was busy and not too loud. Some generic Muzak played softly in the background, and we liked it immediately. A waitress came over to the table, gave us menus and asked if we’d like a cocktail. We read through the cocktail menu and ordered a Gimlet for Jenn and an Espresso Martini for me.

“This is nice,” I said, “that old nosey cow at reception didn’t steer us wrong.”

She laughed. “Yes, the old, retired nun, did well.” 

“But don’t forget that the dried up old spinster, probably comes here once a month.”

“I can’t think of another one.”

“Ah, that’s because of the impending arrival of a Gimlet,” I said. “However, it says here that the Gimlet here is made using vodka, when the entire Gimlet drinking world knows that it’s made with gin.”

“I don’t care, I have my man beside me and we’re sharing our first meal together.”

Her eyes shone as she leaned her head slightly forward to look in my eyes. I took her chin in my hand and kissed her lips as they appeared to dance in the candlelight.

• Book 7 of 7
• Print length: 39 pages
• Language: English
• Publication date@ 15th July 2025