  &quot;Come over here, dinner is served. I figure it will be lovely eating outside tonight. The stars, moon, rippling sound of the seawater, and lovely weather... One shouldn t miss it... don t you think?&quot; 
  &quot;That almost sounds poetic to me, Tom. You are so smitten.&quot; Mitchell said as he followed him to the balcony where he had set the table for their dinner.
  Mitchell took her seat and opened the various dishes in front of her, allowing a pleased wow to escape her mouth.
  &quot;This looks good,&quot; she said with a smile.
  &quot;It even tastes better,&quot; Tom added. Taking his seat across from her. After filling their wine glass and returning the bottle into the bucket of ice.
  Mitchell dished food into her plate after Tom had done the same. He waited for her to take her first bite into her mouth, savoring every bit of it, Mitchell closed her eyes as she let out a

  &quot;How could you tell when you have never given him the hint?&quot;
  &quot;Hint that I might be interested in him? Oh Tom…,&quot; She laughed. But Tom didn t. He looked serious.
  &quot;Daniel has a girlfriend.&quot; She finally said.
  &quot;The poor boy had to move on,&quot; he said soberly
  &quot;Tom, Daniel didn t have a thing for me, I know it. It was all friendly and that s all.&quot;
  Tom was silent.
  &quot;Talking about chemistry,&quot; Mitchell hesitated before continuing, &quot;Is it possible for a man s touch, just a brief touch to send ripples of electricity over one s body?&quot; She asked, sounding naive.
  &quot;Yes.&quot; Tom answered, looking at her inquisitively. But when she didn t further, he continued. 
  &quot;When I met my wife, it was at a friend s party. We were introduced to each other by the host, and you know as courtesy demanded we shook hands, thoug

  &quot;This place looks a little different, Tom, charmingly, though,&quot; Mitchell added, smiling conceitedly. Her boss had always insisted on her being on a first-name basis with her. Having grown up among the whites, he acted so much like them that oftentimes, she forgot he was a black man.
  Tom smiled. But said nothing.
  Mitchell took her seat and relaxed into it.
  &quot;Care for a drink before dinner is served?&quot; He asked
  &quot;No... I am fine.&quot; She stood up before adding, &quot;I will just come and help you with whatever you are cooking.&quot;
  He started to shake his head, just as she expected. Tom always prided himself on his culinary skills. He can prepare over a hundred different French and Italian cuisines excellently. When it comes to American dishes, Tom was a wizard and this doesn t make him bad in African dishes either. He can prepare any African dishes, an

&quot;Come over here, dinner is served. I figure it will be lovely eating outside tonight. The stars, moon, rippling sound of the seawater, and lovely weather... One shouldn t miss it... don t you think?&quot; 
  &quot;That almost sounds poetic to me, Tom. You are so smitten.&quot; Mitchell said as he followed him to the balcony where he had set the table for their dinner.
  Mitchell took her seat and opened the various dishes in front of her, allowing a pleased wow to escape her mouth.
  &quot;This looks good,&quot; she said with a smile.
  &quot;It even tastes better,&quot; Tom added. Taking his seat across from her. After filling their wine glass and returning the bottle into the bucket of ice.
  Mitchell dished food into her plate after Tom had done the same. He waited for her to take her first bite into her mouth, savoring every bit of it, Mitchell closed her eyes as she let out a satisfied wow with a smile all over her face.
  &quot;Tom, this is superbly excellent,&quot; sh

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