An annoying buzz penetrated the peaceful dream of Zima Yuzuki, but then he realized it was his cell phone. He opened his phone.
“Hello,” he said tiredly.
“Zima, you lazy son-of-a-gun” a man said on the other side of the line. ”Do you remember that you have a date in an hour…”
“What? What do you mean I have a DATE!!!?”
“Yes, a date. A date with Jessie Kuso from Chem. class.”
Zima suddenly jumped out of bed and his moist towel fell off of his very muscular body. He then shut his phone and ran to his dresser. He shuffled around in it and pulled out a pair of silkily boxers and gray socks. Pulling on his boxer he hobbled over to his closet to grab his black pants and blue button down shirt.
He dressed quickly and then went down the stairs to the bathroom. He looked in the mirror opened it and put on some deodorant on some cal lone then closed it. Grabbing the comb off the counter and combed his jet black hair. Then saying to himself, “that’s much better.
He ran down to the entryway and grabbed his wallet and keys. Running out the door and putting on a leather jacket, he opened the door of his indigo Ford Escape.
After Zima drove across town to Phoenix Food. This restaurant is a really up scale restaurant. For example Paula Dean’s Gumbo Place. Zima was there first one there. Five or ten minutes later Jessie showed up. Zima noticed that show gracefully glided across the floor, like an angel floating from cloud to cloud.
“Hey” Jessie said to Zima in an angel like tone.
“Hey, how are you today?’
“I’m great how about you?”
“Oh I can’t complain.” Zima then stood up and help Jessie with her chair. She was wearing a light blue strapless dress.
“You look beautiful,” Zima complemented.
“Thank you. You know most men don’t do that anymore.”
“Do what?”
“Stand up and help the lady with her chair,” she explained.
“Well I do thing that most people don’t do.”
“So…”
So… what do you want to drink? How about Red Wine, or maybe a White Wine, Sparkling Wine.”
“Well, if you don’t mind I would like some Sparkling Apple Juice. Is that alright with you?” she asked shyly
“Oh no no no. you can have anything you want. Just make sure you make room for dessert.” He said with a smile. Then Jessie smiled back.
“Okay I’ll prepare myself for it.”
They finally finalized their orders. Zima ordered the porter-house steak with mashed potatoes and sweet corn. Jessie ordered the Shrimp Alfredo with bread sticks.
“So what do you do for a living?” Jessie asked politely.
“Well I run the little bakery over on Minion Rd.”
“Oh yeah I’ve been there. Your cakes are so good. How do you do that?”
“Well we use everything that most bakeries do. But to make our cakes super good we put fruit extracts in to our icings.”
“That’s it??”
“Yep, that’s it. All we do is put in extracts like strawberries.”
After getting their meals Jessie and Zima politely conversed over things like their favorite colors and what they were going to do with their lives. Then the waitress came over and asked if they wanted anything more. Zima ordered chocolate covered strawberries. After the strawberries had gotten to the table Zima took one a slowly put it in to Jessie’s mouth.
“Mmmmmmm. How did you know I liked strawberries?” Jessie asked with a smile.
“Well you see I have the ability to read people and figure out what is their favorite flavor. It really comes in handy when you need to find out, what extracts to use in the frosting for a customer.”
“Zima Your amaz---”
The waitress suddenly appeared next to the table. “Excuse me sir, but here is your bill.”
“Thank you. Now Jessie what were you saying?” Zima asked.
“I was saying that you are the most amazing person I’ve ever meet. And I have met some pretty amazing people.”
“Thank you. What would you say if this was my first date with some one?”
“Well I would say that you did a very good job for a first timer.” Jessie said with a big smile on her face.
