CHAPTER 9

Natalie couldn't explain how happy she was with the way Isaac held her hand as they walked into the restaurant.

It was a fancy eatery and Isaac? Well, he just naturally commanded attention anywhere he set foot in. And she being the woman beside him got her ecstatic.

“Are you comfortable here, or would you like to go somewhere less crowded?” He asked as they found a seat.

“Here's good.” She pulled her seat and he did the same.

“Good evening. What'd you like to order?” A waiter approached them with a notepad in hand.

“Get us the best and most expensive set you have.”

“Okay.” He smiled warmly and began to walk away.

“Wait! Do you have an allergy?” His face was suddenly clouded with concern.

“No, I don't.”

“Carry on then.”

The waiter complied.

“How's your day?” He relaxed on the plastic chair.

“Fun.”

“Tell me more.”

“I filled in for one of the dancers who fell sick, it's salsa, and it's fun!” She cooed.

“You can salsa?”

She laughed. “Yes, I know a lot of dances, it's part of entertaining.