Kim walked into the bar, sat down and ordered a shot. It had been a long day and she needed to blow off some steam. She looked around and saw a few people in the place, it wasn’t exactly hopping.
Smiling as they sat down, “We can always split something, that way it’s light and saves some money,” she said giggling and taking his hand from across the table. She never would have predicted this day, she hadn’t seen Tommy in years and here they were having lunch and making plans for dinner.
"Dinner too? You sure won’t get sick of me Mr. Oliver?" she said laughing. "Steak sounds good, i can always come over and help you, I’ve learned how to cook a few things…"
"Not a chance. I’ve been missing you for far too long." He reached out across the table, and took his hand into hers, squeezing it for a moment and then kissing it. "As far as the cooking, you can teach me. You always helped me out with the weak points. Homework. It can be that way again."
He then looked down at the menu, before taking his glasses out of the inside pocket of his jacket, and putting them onto the bridge of his nose. “I think a salad for each of us would be good. What do you think?”
Kim couldn’t help but smile, after Tommy kissed her hand, she laced her fingers through his. “I’ve missed you too.”
Looking briefly at the menu she nodded agreeing with Tommy, “Salad sounds good, im not too hungry…and i wanna save room for tonight.”
"And i would love to give you a few tips in the kitchen. I had to figure out how to cook living on my own. I also learned a lot when i lived in Paris with my mom for a year."