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Kim's party should have been a golden opportunity. All those girls, and him the only boy in sight. Well, Josh had been there, but he was spoken for, and so didn't really count. 'I should have been able to get at least one date,' he groused to himself as he pulled his scooter into the back parking lot of the Ile-de-France. Instead, he'd more or less managed to make a complete ass of himself, and in hindsight had to admit that if his hormones hadn't been in full control of his brain, he would have fled the party out of sheer embarrassment. 'Shot down twelve times in less than two hours. That's got to be a record,' he muttered. 'Ah, maybe Kim's right, and I'm just trying too hard.' A smile crossed his face. Kim had been the highlight of the party, as far as Ron was concerned. She had accepted his rain check in lieu of a proper gift with an understanding smile. Ron didn't know if Monique had told Kim about his dilemma or not. He had no plans to ask either one of them, but he assumed Monique had. After all, it wasn't as if he'd told her to keep their conversation a secret or anything.

After concealing his scooter between a handy hedge and a convenient dumpster, Ron climbed the loading dock and entered the kitchen. The head chef greeted him cheerfully, as did his two assistants and most of the wait staff. Isabel Garin in particular, curvaceous daughter of the owner of the Ile-de-France, and frequent subject of Ron's...fantasies. She was twenty-four years old, with dark hair, lustrous eyes and big... Ron gave himself a mental slap. Isa was far too nice a person for Ron to reduce her to an object. After all, she had been gently tolerant of the crush he'd had on her since he'd entered adolescence, never once hurting his feelings, even when she was rejecting his advances.

"Hey Ron," Isa greeted him, a bright smile lighting her face. Ron smiled back, trying to ignore the hormones flooding into his bloodstream. Isa was dressed like the rest of the wait staff (well, at least the female wait staff), in a white shirt and black skirt. But the skirt was shorter than anyone else's, barely reaching mid-thigh, and the shirt had three buttons undone, giving an excellent view of... Ron slapped himself again. Isa was the owners daughter, and being groomed to take of the restaurant someday, but for now she was a wage slave like everyone else, and not above using her...assets to get a good tip out of a gentleman patron.

"Are they here yet?" he asked. Isa nodded. "They walked in a few minutes ago. Still waiting to be seated at the moment."

"Good, good. Who's got their table?"

"I'll be handling that one myself," Isa said.

Ron nodded, paused, and said, "You, uh, might want to close a few of those buttons Isa," he said quietly, blushing furiously. Isa stared at him in surprise.

"Did you just say that I'm showing off too much cleavage?" she asked. She sounded amused, and, oddly, pleased.

"I just don't want Josh to lose focus, that's all," Ron explained.

"That's so sweet," Isa said, smiling gently. Then she gave Ron a frank look, even as her fingers closed two buttons. "I was under the impression that you didn't like this Josh Mankey fellow."

"I don't. I despise him, and if I never saw him again, it would be too soon." Ron's voice went from harsh to soft. "But this isn't about Josh, it's about Kim. This is her dream date, and I want it to be perfect." He gave Isa a pleading look. "So, ah, don't flirt with him either...please?"

Isa gave him a long look, then nodded approvingly. "This is a very mature thing for you to be doing Ron," she said finally. "It shows you've got...well, I'm not sure how to put it into words, but you're a cut above most of the other guys I've ever met." She grinned at him, eyes twinkling. "In fact," she went on, her voice turning serious, "I've never encouraged the crush you have on me." Ron's face went scarlet again. "But I'll tell you what. You hit eighteen, look me up, and if I'm not in a serious relationship, we'll see about making some of those fantasies of yours come true." She winked at him, and was gone, out of the kitchen and into the dining area.

"That...wasn't...nice," Ron choked. The hormone flood was back with a vengeance. "Concentrate. Don't lose focus," he told himself. The doors to the dining area had small windows, and Ron peered through one of them. Isa was just leading Kim and Josh to their table.

"Ok," he said to himself. "Nothing serious will happen in the next five minutes, I'm sure." He swallowed, and tried to ignore the way Isa's skirt rode up as she bent forward to place the menus on the table. "I can't concentrate," he admitted to himself. He bit his lower lip. "I think," he conceded, "that a short trip to the restroom is in order."