Scouring the Resturante
Bella pulled up to Mia Rosa's Italian Resturante with a horde of butterflies fluttering in her stomach. The old brick building looked like something out of a movie. Quaintly decorated and warmly inviting, the surrounding streets were lined with blooming trees and fragrant flowers.
Large panel windows framed the front, giving any passers-by a good look inside its interior. White and red checkered cloths covered each rounded table; the setting for two framed a single white candle in the middle, offering a picturesque dining experience.
Bella swallowed, her nerves overcoming her once again.
"This is stupid," she told herself, trying to decide if the idiocy she mention was aimed at the fact she was standing outside, staring into the building like some kind of mental case, or the fact that she'd come in the first place.
She tried to convince herself that this "date" wasn't what she thought it was in the first place. Maybe he'd recognized her from one of those stupid ads Alice had convinced her to run for her business, and that's why he'd given her a business card in the first place. Surely, if a man was interested in more than just that he'd ask a woman out in person. At least, that's what she told herself.
Alice, however, pointed out a couple flaws to that theory.
So, instead of wearing the less flattering pant suit Bella had picked out, Alice had dressed her in one of the most sensually revealing dresses she'd ever worn. She felt semi-naked and began tugging on the bottom of the dress in effort to make it magically longer. Sighing, she gave up the effort and continued to stare into the building.
"You know, the night will not help take the chill off your beautiful skin," she heard a voice croon, and her heart melted on the spot.