Scoundrel
Originally posted on March 9, 2008
Photos by Frank in WA; Story by Jill and Frank
Elena is in a private booth at her favorite restaurant.
Waiter: Ms. D'Antoni ? The gentleman at table seven wishes to invite you to share a bottle of wine, the vintage to be your choice.
Elena: Gentleman? Table Seven? Who is he?
Waiter: I do not know. He is a stranger to this establishment.
Elena: Please a tell him a grazie, Luiggi. I am working, I am only a drinking caffè, and I prefer to be left alone.
“Waiter”: Your caffè, Signora. The gentleman insists that you work too hard, and asks if you might take a break long enough to join him for coffee.
Elena: Insists, does he? He’s a got a lot a nerve …. *looks up*
Elena: DONOVAN?
Donovan: So nothing…. he can offer ……will change your mind?
Elena: Gentleman you say? Scoundrel, more like it. There is a one thing…...
Elena: Come closer and I will tell you.
Donovan: Closer, hmmm? Do you think it's possible to get any clo……..
Donovan: Careful, Bella…. You'll spill your coffee.
Elena: Did I order coffee?
Donovan: *smiling* But it might ruin your lovely dress.
Elena: It might have been worth it, but a now we will never know for sure.
Donovan: Oh, I already do know….
Donovan: …for sure.
Elena: Why did you not tell me you were here?
Donovan: Don't you like surprises, Elena?
Elena: That is a not the point.
Donovan: I had business of a personal nature come up suddenly. I wasn't sure there would be time to see you, so I didn't want to say anything before I was sure it would all work out.
Elena: You a had business here?
Donovan: No, not here. *uncomfortable silence*
Donovan: *joking again* If it bothers you too much that I showed up unannounced, I can see if there's another flight out today. You want me to do that?
Elena: *whispers*: You wouldn't dare .......scoundrel!