This story is about someone close to me who chooses to remain anonymous.
"A medium espresso, please," David a fifty-six-year-old financial consultant told the hostess hurriedly, looking at his watch. He was a tall, handsome man; previously he had been a Naval officer. She was a small, long-haired brunette in her late twenties.
People were rushing into the cafe at the usual early hour of about eight in the morning in uptown Manhattan on their way to work. “Make sure you use one-half cup of the espresso in the steamed milk.”
“That’s not how it’s usually made here," Asya replied.
“That’s how I make it at home, and I want it that way.”
“People don’t usually add that much espresso though." Asya added lots of froth on top and handed it to him. “Thanks. Say, what’s your name? You’re new here, aren’t you?”
“I'm Asya. I just started a couple of days ago. I’m the new hostess here on morning shift.”
“Pleased to meet you. I'm David. I have to train all the new hostesses I meet on how to make espresso my way.” David and Asya’s eyes met and lingered. She began to smile, and her face grew flush. “I generally come in the mornings. I hope to see more of you." He flashed a smile and said, “You’re the prettiest hostess I’ve ever seen working here. I will be in again tomorrow.” David and Asya continued to look at each other. Another customer grew impatient and snarled, “When are you going to get back to work and take my order?” “Hey, don’t talk to Asya that way. She’s new here, and she’s obviously a very good hostess. Treat her with respect, or I’ll have a word with you alone outside.”
“I didn’t mean anything by it, said the customer. I’m late for work.”
“Thanks, David. What would you like, Sir?”
“Anytime you need anything, just let me know, Asya. I’m your friend now." David turned to leave. After several months passed, Asya and David grew quite fond of each other. He would come in during the slow hours of the day, order his espresso, and they would talk about where they grew up, their families, and what their aspirations were in life. He began to walk her home. "I would finish college, David told Asya. You're so close to completing your degree in Russian. She would teach him Russian, and he would teach her proper English. He realized she was bright right away and encouraged her to go back and finish her degree in Russian. Asya's facial expression showed impatience. "I'd like to do that, but it's difficult with work and helping out with my family at home. Maybe I'd rather marry, settle down and raise a family someday soon. Not everyone wants to go to school all their adult lives like you do." She began to pull away from him and stepped up her pace. "I didn't know you felt that way, Asya." He caught up with her and wrapped his arm around her waist and looked into her eyes. "Any man would be happy to take you for his wife," he said as he bent down to kiss her lips. David thought of Asya as only a girlfriend, but then she gave him an unusual onyx and sterling silver ring for his birthday. He told his sister, Mary, "She must be interested in being more than just my girlfriend. A ring is an intimate gift."
"Maybe it's not too late for me to get married and have children."
"It's not too late, David, but there is quite a difference in age. Only you will know if your relationship is strong enough to last."
The next day David called Asya, and asked, “How would you like to go out for sushi this Friday night?” “I’d love it. What time should I meet you and where?” “I’ll be by here at 8:00 p.m. when you get off, and I’ll pick you up. I can’t wait. I’d love to wine and dine you, Asya,” he said with a smile. When Friday night came, Asya went into the back of the café to change into her red silk dress. David walked in as she came back out. “Hi Asya. What a knockout you are in that dress! Just in time. You’ll like this place. It’s a really hot spot, and the food is good. After dinner we can go out for espresso too and chat some more. I’m really going to enjoy tonight.” Asya felt his hand grasp hers gently. She felt like a princess as he escorted her through the doorway. She had spent a larger sum than she usually would to buy the dress she now wore just to impress David. Suddenly David stopped and looked into Asya's eyes. "I've wanted to kiss you forever Asya. May I?" Without answering Asya moved her lips close to David's and closed her eyes. She could feel her body temperature rise as they kissed. David drove Asya in his Mercedes to the Flame Restaurant. "Good evening, Mr. Cunningham," said the waiter. "This way to your table."
"Have a seat here, Asya," said David, as he pulled out her chair for her.
"Would you like me to order for you, Asya?"
"Yes, I would, David, the sushi and whatever else you're getting would be fine." She was very hungry. She had been too nervous to eat anything for lunch, and the cafe had been busy. Asya and David held hands across the table. As Asya's blue eyes met David's gaze, she realized he reminded her of her lover in Russia. She had always preferred older men. They were like fine, aged wine.
"You're like a flower bud waiting to blossom, Asya, why would you want me other than for financial security, but that I would gladly give you."
"You are a very attractive man, very protective and attentive, and good at communicating with me. I love the way you treat me."
"Would you like to go for a Moonlight stroll on the beach?" David asked as he parted his lips with her. "Yes David," I'd love that she replied. David drove them to Manhattan Beach in Sheepshead Bay where he had grown up, which was beautiful as they strolled hand in hand under the Moonlight glow. Then Asya stopped and put her arms around David's waist, and asked, "please kiss me again?" "I love you," David said as he held and kissed Asya passionately. The beach was dark and deserted, as he slipped his hands inside the back of Asya's red silk dress.
He felt the softness of her skin and smelled the fragrance of roses. "Would you be mine always?" David felt his manhood deeply aroused as he pressed himself closer toward her. "Yes, I would love to
," Asya responded and pressed her open lips on his and wrapped her arms around his waist.
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People were rushing into the cafe at the usual early hour of about eight in the morning in uptown Manhattan on their way to work. “Make sure you use one-half cup of the espresso in the steamed milk.”
“That’s not how it’s usually made here," Asya replied.
“That’s how I make it at home, and I want it that way.”
“People don’t usually add that much espresso though." Asya added lots of froth on top and handed it to him. “Thanks. Say, what’s your name? You’re new here, aren’t you?”
“I'm Asya. I just started a couple of days ago. I’m the new hostess here on morning shift.”
“Pleased to meet you. I'm David. I have to train all the new hostesses I meet on how to make espresso my way.” David and Asya’s eyes met and lingered. She began to smile, and her face grew flush. “I generally come in the mornings. I hope to see more of you." He flashed a smile and said, “You’re the prettiest hostess I’ve ever seen working here. I will be in again tomorrow.” David and Asya continued to look at each other. Another customer grew impatient and snarled, “When are you going to get back to work and take my order?” “Hey, don’t talk to Asya that way. She’s new here, and she’s obviously a very good hostess. Treat her with respect, or I’ll have a word with you alone outside.”
“I didn’t mean anything by it, said the customer. I’m late for work.”
“Thanks, David. What would you like, Sir?”
“Anytime you need anything, just let me know, Asya. I’m your friend now." David turned to leave. After several months passed, Asya and David grew quite fond of each other. He would come in during the slow hours of the day, order his espresso, and they would talk about where they grew up, their families, and what their aspirations were in life. He began to walk her home. "I would finish college, David told Asya. You're so close to completing your degree in Russian. She would teach him Russian, and he would teach her proper English. He realized she was bright right away and encouraged her to go back and finish her degree in Russian. Asya's facial expression showed impatience. "I'd like to do that, but it's difficult with work and helping out with my family at home. Maybe I'd rather marry, settle down and raise a family someday soon. Not everyone wants to go to school all their adult lives like you do." She began to pull away from him and stepped up her pace. "I didn't know you felt that way, Asya." He caught up with her and wrapped his arm around her waist and looked into her eyes. "Any man would be happy to take you for his wife," he said as he bent down to kiss her lips. David thought of Asya as only a girlfriend, but then she gave him an unusual onyx and sterling silver ring for his birthday. He told his sister, Mary, "She must be interested in being more than just my girlfriend. A ring is an intimate gift."
"Maybe it's not too late for me to get married and have children."
"It's not too late, David, but there is quite a difference in age. Only you will know if your relationship is strong enough to last."
The next day David called Asya, and asked, “How would you like to go out for sushi this Friday night?” “I’d love it. What time should I meet you and where?” “I’ll be by here at 8:00 p.m. when you get off, and I’ll pick you up. I can’t wait. I’d love to wine and dine you, Asya,” he said with a smile. When Friday night came, Asya went into the back of the café to change into her red silk dress. David walked in as she came back out. “Hi Asya. What a knockout you are in that dress! Just in time. You’ll like this place. It’s a really hot spot, and the food is good. After dinner we can go out for espresso too and chat some more. I’m really going to enjoy tonight.” Asya felt his hand grasp hers gently. She felt like a princess as he escorted her through the doorway. She had spent a larger sum than she usually would to buy the dress she now wore just to impress David. Suddenly David stopped and looked into Asya's eyes. "I've wanted to kiss you forever Asya. May I?" Without answering Asya moved her lips close to David's and closed her eyes. She could feel her body temperature rise as they kissed. David drove Asya in his Mercedes to the Flame Restaurant. "Good evening, Mr. Cunningham," said the waiter. "This way to your table."
"Have a seat here, Asya," said David, as he pulled out her chair for her.
"Would you like me to order for you, Asya?"
"Yes, I would, David, the sushi and whatever else you're getting would be fine." She was very hungry. She had been too nervous to eat anything for lunch, and the cafe had been busy. Asya and David held hands across the table. As Asya's blue eyes met David's gaze, she realized he reminded her of her lover in Russia. She had always preferred older men. They were like fine, aged wine.
"You're like a flower bud waiting to blossom, Asya, why would you want me other than for financial security, but that I would gladly give you."
"You are a very attractive man, very protective and attentive, and good at communicating with me. I love the way you treat me."
"Would you like to go for a Moonlight stroll on the beach?" David asked as he parted his lips with her. "Yes David," I'd love that she replied. David drove them to Manhattan Beach in Sheepshead Bay where he had grown up, which was beautiful as they strolled hand in hand under the Moonlight glow. Then Asya stopped and put her arms around David's waist, and asked, "please kiss me again?" "I love you," David said as he held and kissed Asya passionately. The beach was dark and deserted, as he slipped his hands inside the back of Asya's red silk dress.
He felt the softness of her skin and smelled the fragrance of roses. "Would you be mine always?" David felt his manhood deeply aroused as he pressed himself closer toward her. "Yes, I would love to
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
I am an upper senior at CUNY-Brooklyn College, New York, studying Creative Writing.
My goal is to spend the rest of my life loving and cherishing the love of my life and future husband, Timothy, as we write separately and together. He is my greatest inspiration for writing and for enjoying life to the fullest.
My goal is to spend the rest of my life loving and cherishing the love of my life and future husband, Timothy, as we write separately and together. He is my greatest inspiration for writing and for enjoying life to the fullest.
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