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11) Dinner
Logan waited impatiently as Max continued to dress in the bathroom.
"Quit being such a girl Max. Hurry up!"
"My deepest apologies, Matthew dearest!" Max's sarcastic voice drifted from the bathroom.
Logan sighed and sat back in his seat. He never thought that Max would take so long getting ready. Every time she had showered at his place before, she had only taken minutes to get ready. It must be jet lag or something Logan thought with a smile.
The bathroom door opened and Max strode out. She was wearing a soft white shirt, which was fitted, but hung about her shoulders in an elegant manner. She was also wearing a pair of grey trouser and what looked like her favourite boots.
"Ready to go?" Max asked, annoyance obvious in her words.
Logan gave Max an ashamed look, making her heart miss a beat. "Yeah, lets go"
They both collected their coats and scarves before heading to the elevator. As soon as the doors closed, they began to rug up.
"Nice clothes" Logan commented. "Is the scarf new too?"
"Yeah, it's a gift from Josef. He said he saw it earlier in the day and thought of me" Max said, rolling her eyes.
Logan chuckled. "That sounds exactly like something Josef would do. I think he is a bit eccentric, but, in his own words, that is one of his many charms"
They made their way through the hotel lobby, nodding in recognition of Marco, who was seated behind the desk. Max headed for the taxis, which were parked out the front; however, Logan grabbed her hand and pulled her down the sidewalk.
"Where are we going?" Max asked, her curiosity building.
"Just this little place I saw on my way back to the hotel this afternoon. Trust me, you will love it" Logan reassured her.
Both continued walking in silence, both equally aware of the presence of the other person's hand intertwined with their own.
"This is it" Logan finally said, breaking the silence.
Max looked in through the window of a small restaurant, which was just down an alleyway off the main road. However, this alleyway was not like the alleys in Seattle. These were brightly lit and filled with people. There were a number of restaurants, along with stalls selling everything from pizza slices and soft drinks to jewellery and tourist trinkets. The restaurant Logan was pointing to seemed small in comparison to the others, yet had a more homely feeling to it that the others, which seemed to be more modern.
Logan opened the door for Max and she walked through into the warm restaurant. Traditional music was softly playing and there were a number of tables occupied, mainly by couples, who were all talking in soft voices. Only candles lighted the room and the atmosphere was comfortable and private.
An elderly man dressed in black trousers and an open white shirt, which revealed gold chains and a large amount of chest hair, briskly made his was across the room to great the couple.
"Ah, Mr Gordiani! It is so good to see you! And this must be your beautiful wife you told me so much about" the man cried. Max blushed deeply as the man grabbed her by the shoulders and placed a kiss on both of her cheeks. "Bellisima! My name is Francesco and I will be your waiter tonight. Here, let me show you to your table" Max shot Logan a look of bemusement and both followed Francesco to a table by the window, in a corner almost segregated from the rest of the room.
Francesco left them with a menu and upon taking their drink orders, breezed away as quickly as he had arrived.
Max and Logan looked at each other, before laughing.
"Well, he is certainly one of a kind" Max commented
"He was definitely the reason I chose this place. The others were too. I don't know, cold or something. This place is very charming" Logan commented, looking up from his menu at the restaurant.
Francesco came back to take their orders. "Why, Bellisima! That is a very beautiful ring!" Francesco cried, lifting her hand to get a better inspection of Logan's mother's wedding rings. "White gold, yes? Beautiful jewellery for a beautiful woman, Mr Gordiani?" Francesco asked with a wink at Logan.
"Of course, as if I could give this woman anything less that the best" he replied, maintaining eye contact with Max with every word.
Francesco watched the exchange between the two and silently slipped away so as to leave them in private.
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The couple chatted through out the evening, watching the streets outside became busier as more people decided to head out. The small restaurant was soon buzzing and Max and Logan joined in as everyone sang Happy Birthday to an old woman, who held her husband's hand on the table the whole night.
"I want that some day" Logan commented as they watched the old couple
"What?"
"That sort of love. I mean, look at them. They have probably been together for almost 50 years, judging by the age of their children and grandchildren. They know everything about the other person and their probably aren't as attractive as the day they fell in love. But they are still in love and still need each other" Logan commented. As if to prove his point, the old woman turned to the man and they shared a loving gaze as he squeezed her hand tighter.
Max placed her elbow on the table and placed her chin in her hand. "It does seem perfect" she replied, gazing at the couple.
Logan looked over at Max. The candlelight made her skin and hair glow with a gold sheen. Her eyes shone in the dark lighting and her shirt, in the position she was sitting in, showed the hint of a full cleavage. He continued to stare, until Max interrupted his thoughts.
"Do I have something in between my teeth or something?" Max asked, her brow furrowed.
Logan shook his head to wake himself up. "No, I was just think about how beautiful you look tonight"
Max smiled. "Expensive gifts, over the top flattery. do you always come on this strong?" she teased.
Logan leaned in over the table so his face was closer to Max's. "Only when there is someone who I need to know everything about" he replied in a husky voice.
Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of Francesco clearing his voice. "Would you like coffee now, Mr Gordiani?" Francesco asked, a smile suppressed.
Logan looked at Max, who shrugged her shoulders. "Actually, we might just get the bill thankyou" Logan replied.
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After paying for their meal and wishing Francesco goodnight, the couple ventured into the cold again. Max shivered involuntarily and Logan wrapped his arm around her as they made their way down the street towards the hotel.
"Mr Gordiani!" Marco called out as the couple made their way into the lobby
"Yes Marco?"
"Mr Josef has been trying to contact you all night, sir" Marco replied
"Thankyou. May I use your phone?"
"Why of course sir"
Logan quickly picked up the phone and dialled a number. Max wandered over to a table and picked up a magazine, which she flicked through until Logan finished his conversation on the phone. As soon as he hung up, Max walked back over and accompanied him to the elevator.
"Did you bring your cat-suit?" Logan asked as the elevator door shut.
"Yeah, why?" Max asked
"I need a favour."
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And back to the story.
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11) Dinner
Logan waited impatiently as Max continued to dress in the bathroom.
"Quit being such a girl Max. Hurry up!"
"My deepest apologies, Matthew dearest!" Max's sarcastic voice drifted from the bathroom.
Logan sighed and sat back in his seat. He never thought that Max would take so long getting ready. Every time she had showered at his place before, she had only taken minutes to get ready. It must be jet lag or something Logan thought with a smile.
The bathroom door opened and Max strode out. She was wearing a soft white shirt, which was fitted, but hung about her shoulders in an elegant manner. She was also wearing a pair of grey trouser and what looked like her favourite boots.
"Ready to go?" Max asked, annoyance obvious in her words.
Logan gave Max an ashamed look, making her heart miss a beat. "Yeah, lets go"
They both collected their coats and scarves before heading to the elevator. As soon as the doors closed, they began to rug up.
"Nice clothes" Logan commented. "Is the scarf new too?"
"Yeah, it's a gift from Josef. He said he saw it earlier in the day and thought of me" Max said, rolling her eyes.
Logan chuckled. "That sounds exactly like something Josef would do. I think he is a bit eccentric, but, in his own words, that is one of his many charms"
They made their way through the hotel lobby, nodding in recognition of Marco, who was seated behind the desk. Max headed for the taxis, which were parked out the front; however, Logan grabbed her hand and pulled her down the sidewalk.
"Where are we going?" Max asked, her curiosity building.
"Just this little place I saw on my way back to the hotel this afternoon. Trust me, you will love it" Logan reassured her.
Both continued walking in silence, both equally aware of the presence of the other person's hand intertwined with their own.
"This is it" Logan finally said, breaking the silence.
Max looked in through the window of a small restaurant, which was just down an alleyway off the main road. However, this alleyway was not like the alleys in Seattle. These were brightly lit and filled with people. There were a number of restaurants, along with stalls selling everything from pizza slices and soft drinks to jewellery and tourist trinkets. The restaurant Logan was pointing to seemed small in comparison to the others, yet had a more homely feeling to it that the others, which seemed to be more modern.
Logan opened the door for Max and she walked through into the warm restaurant. Traditional music was softly playing and there were a number of tables occupied, mainly by couples, who were all talking in soft voices. Only candles lighted the room and the atmosphere was comfortable and private.
An elderly man dressed in black trousers and an open white shirt, which revealed gold chains and a large amount of chest hair, briskly made his was across the room to great the couple.
"Ah, Mr Gordiani! It is so good to see you! And this must be your beautiful wife you told me so much about" the man cried. Max blushed deeply as the man grabbed her by the shoulders and placed a kiss on both of her cheeks. "Bellisima! My name is Francesco and I will be your waiter tonight. Here, let me show you to your table" Max shot Logan a look of bemusement and both followed Francesco to a table by the window, in a corner almost segregated from the rest of the room.
Francesco left them with a menu and upon taking their drink orders, breezed away as quickly as he had arrived.
Max and Logan looked at each other, before laughing.
"Well, he is certainly one of a kind" Max commented
"He was definitely the reason I chose this place. The others were too. I don't know, cold or something. This place is very charming" Logan commented, looking up from his menu at the restaurant.
Francesco came back to take their orders. "Why, Bellisima! That is a very beautiful ring!" Francesco cried, lifting her hand to get a better inspection of Logan's mother's wedding rings. "White gold, yes? Beautiful jewellery for a beautiful woman, Mr Gordiani?" Francesco asked with a wink at Logan.
"Of course, as if I could give this woman anything less that the best" he replied, maintaining eye contact with Max with every word.
Francesco watched the exchange between the two and silently slipped away so as to leave them in private.
*******
The couple chatted through out the evening, watching the streets outside became busier as more people decided to head out. The small restaurant was soon buzzing and Max and Logan joined in as everyone sang Happy Birthday to an old woman, who held her husband's hand on the table the whole night.
"I want that some day" Logan commented as they watched the old couple
"What?"
"That sort of love. I mean, look at them. They have probably been together for almost 50 years, judging by the age of their children and grandchildren. They know everything about the other person and their probably aren't as attractive as the day they fell in love. But they are still in love and still need each other" Logan commented. As if to prove his point, the old woman turned to the man and they shared a loving gaze as he squeezed her hand tighter.
Max placed her elbow on the table and placed her chin in her hand. "It does seem perfect" she replied, gazing at the couple.
Logan looked over at Max. The candlelight made her skin and hair glow with a gold sheen. Her eyes shone in the dark lighting and her shirt, in the position she was sitting in, showed the hint of a full cleavage. He continued to stare, until Max interrupted his thoughts.
"Do I have something in between my teeth or something?" Max asked, her brow furrowed.
Logan shook his head to wake himself up. "No, I was just think about how beautiful you look tonight"
Max smiled. "Expensive gifts, over the top flattery. do you always come on this strong?" she teased.
Logan leaned in over the table so his face was closer to Max's. "Only when there is someone who I need to know everything about" he replied in a husky voice.
Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of Francesco clearing his voice. "Would you like coffee now, Mr Gordiani?" Francesco asked, a smile suppressed.
Logan looked at Max, who shrugged her shoulders. "Actually, we might just get the bill thankyou" Logan replied.
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After paying for their meal and wishing Francesco goodnight, the couple ventured into the cold again. Max shivered involuntarily and Logan wrapped his arm around her as they made their way down the street towards the hotel.
"Mr Gordiani!" Marco called out as the couple made their way into the lobby
"Yes Marco?"
"Mr Josef has been trying to contact you all night, sir" Marco replied
"Thankyou. May I use your phone?"
"Why of course sir"
Logan quickly picked up the phone and dialled a number. Max wandered over to a table and picked up a magazine, which she flicked through until Logan finished his conversation on the phone. As soon as he hung up, Max walked back over and accompanied him to the elevator.
"Did you bring your cat-suit?" Logan asked as the elevator door shut.
"Yeah, why?" Max asked
"I need a favour."
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