Emma and J.T. sat at the Olive Garden. J.T. gazed at Emma from across
the candle lit table and smiled, and then reached over and took her hand.
"So," he said. "Finally we are alone with out having to plan for the wedding. It's nice, huh? Especially the alone part."
"Well," Emma said. "It won't be that way for long. I invited a friend to join us."
"Oh," J.T. said, slightly disappointed. He and Emma hadn't spent much time alone lately, and he missed just spending time with her. "Do I know who it is?"
"You could say that, I guess," Emma said.
Right then Manny came sauntering up to the table. If there was one word to describe how she looked, it would have to be sluttish. She was wearing a bright red dress which was cut as low as low can get, and couldn't have been much shorter it she wanted it to be. She also was wearing high red stilettos along with makeup that was deliberately put on to make her as mysterious and daring as it got.
"Hi Emma!" she said, sliding into the booth next to J.T. "Oh, hi J.T."
She slid as close as she could to J.T. and clasped his hand in hers.
"It is so wonderful to see you," she said. "You look wonderful."
"Uh...hum ne ha," J.T. said. "I mean, hi Manny. You look wonderful too. Won't you sit down? I mean...wait you already are. Okay then. Well, you look wonderful."
"Thanks," Manny said. "So I cannot believe that you two are engaged! It is so funny, because you always seemed so wrong for one another! I mean, you still do. It just makes you wonder how long this will last. You know, with so much divorce lately. Hardly anyone stays together, so how long will you?"
"Uh, Manny aren't you a bit cold in that?" Emma said coolly.
"Oh Emma," Manny said laughing. "I'm fine, but thanks for being so concerned. Here, lets all order champagne, to celebrate."
Manny raised her hand elegantly and five waiters who had seen her come in rushed over.
"Back off, she's mine," one of them growled. "I mean, this table is mine. It's in my area, so I get to waiter it. So leave."
The other two sulked off.
"Good evening," the waiter said, staring at Manny. "What can I get for you?"
"Well," Manny said. "I will have the Chicken Marsala, and please bring us a bottle of your finest wine."
"Of course," the waiter said, turning to leave.
"Eh hem," Emma said. "As for the rest of us who also want to place an order, I will have the Lemon Shrimp Pasta. J.T. what do you want?"
"Manny," J.T. said.
Emma glared across the table and asked him what he wanted to eat.
"Oh," J.T. said, flushing with embarrassment. "I will have whatever is first on the menu." J.T. couldn't take his eyes of Manny.
"Are you sure, sir?" the waiter asked.
J.T. nodded and the waiter whisked off.
"J.T.," Emma said. "Are you aware that you just ordered a jumbo plate of cow's brains?"
"Yeah, sure," J.T. said.
"J.T.," Emma said. "You're not listening. Would you like me to order again for you, or do you want to order for yourselves, or do you want to eat cow brains?"
"Yes," J.T. said.
"Do you want me to leave?" Emma asked.
"Yes," J.T. said.
Emma jumped up and threw her napkin on her seat. She then grabbed her water goblet and threw it all over J.T. She then ran from the room before anyone could see her tears.
J.T. was finally jarred to his senses. He realized what was going on and rushed over to the door. He also grabbed the bouquet of roses he had brought Emma and brought them with him.
"J.T. just let her go," Manny said.
"No," J.T. said. "I love Emma, Manny. So please, I think you should leave."
Manny stayed where she was sitting, and another three waiters came over to try to comfort her.
J.T. ran outside, his tie blowing in the wind. He looked around, but Emma was no where to be seen. She is gone, J.T. thought. He dropped the roses into the gutter and slowly walked away.
"So," he said. "Finally we are alone with out having to plan for the wedding. It's nice, huh? Especially the alone part."
"Well," Emma said. "It won't be that way for long. I invited a friend to join us."
"Oh," J.T. said, slightly disappointed. He and Emma hadn't spent much time alone lately, and he missed just spending time with her. "Do I know who it is?"
"You could say that, I guess," Emma said.
Right then Manny came sauntering up to the table. If there was one word to describe how she looked, it would have to be sluttish. She was wearing a bright red dress which was cut as low as low can get, and couldn't have been much shorter it she wanted it to be. She also was wearing high red stilettos along with makeup that was deliberately put on to make her as mysterious and daring as it got.
"Hi Emma!" she said, sliding into the booth next to J.T. "Oh, hi J.T."
She slid as close as she could to J.T. and clasped his hand in hers.
"It is so wonderful to see you," she said. "You look wonderful."
"Uh...hum ne ha," J.T. said. "I mean, hi Manny. You look wonderful too. Won't you sit down? I mean...wait you already are. Okay then. Well, you look wonderful."
"Thanks," Manny said. "So I cannot believe that you two are engaged! It is so funny, because you always seemed so wrong for one another! I mean, you still do. It just makes you wonder how long this will last. You know, with so much divorce lately. Hardly anyone stays together, so how long will you?"
"Uh, Manny aren't you a bit cold in that?" Emma said coolly.
"Oh Emma," Manny said laughing. "I'm fine, but thanks for being so concerned. Here, lets all order champagne, to celebrate."
Manny raised her hand elegantly and five waiters who had seen her come in rushed over.
"Back off, she's mine," one of them growled. "I mean, this table is mine. It's in my area, so I get to waiter it. So leave."
The other two sulked off.
"Good evening," the waiter said, staring at Manny. "What can I get for you?"
"Well," Manny said. "I will have the Chicken Marsala, and please bring us a bottle of your finest wine."
"Of course," the waiter said, turning to leave.
"Eh hem," Emma said. "As for the rest of us who also want to place an order, I will have the Lemon Shrimp Pasta. J.T. what do you want?"
"Manny," J.T. said.
Emma glared across the table and asked him what he wanted to eat.
"Oh," J.T. said, flushing with embarrassment. "I will have whatever is first on the menu." J.T. couldn't take his eyes of Manny.
"Are you sure, sir?" the waiter asked.
J.T. nodded and the waiter whisked off.
"J.T.," Emma said. "Are you aware that you just ordered a jumbo plate of cow's brains?"
"Yeah, sure," J.T. said.
"J.T.," Emma said. "You're not listening. Would you like me to order again for you, or do you want to order for yourselves, or do you want to eat cow brains?"
"Yes," J.T. said.
"Do you want me to leave?" Emma asked.
"Yes," J.T. said.
Emma jumped up and threw her napkin on her seat. She then grabbed her water goblet and threw it all over J.T. She then ran from the room before anyone could see her tears.
J.T. was finally jarred to his senses. He realized what was going on and rushed over to the door. He also grabbed the bouquet of roses he had brought Emma and brought them with him.
"J.T. just let her go," Manny said.
"No," J.T. said. "I love Emma, Manny. So please, I think you should leave."
Manny stayed where she was sitting, and another three waiters came over to try to comfort her.
J.T. ran outside, his tie blowing in the wind. He looked around, but Emma was no where to be seen. She is gone, J.T. thought. He dropped the roses into the gutter and slowly walked away.