NOLA

A chocolate, petite, younger woman brought the bottle over to our table offering to pour. Attracted to her natural features, I couldn’t help but flirt with the gorgeous woman filling our glasses one by one.

“So, what’s your name beautiful?”

She shyly smiled before filling my glass and eagerly answering,

“It’s Torian. You’re Edily Graham, right?”

Delighted that she knew who I was I extended my hand to grab and kiss hers,

“I am. How’d you know?”

“My uncle has been talking about you and your artist Prime Theory there for weeks now. Uncle Craig said you favor one of our regulars and well ya’ artist is true talent. He couldn’t wait to get ya’ll up in here and now I sees why!”

Her accent and lack of annunciation were worse than Smitty’s, but it didn’t stop my attraction to her.

“Ya’ll want me to get some menus, we gots’ the best craw boil from here to well, anywhere?”

The three of us laughed at her humor and agreed to get a couple of menus. Zion leaned in closer to me,

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