The Dome of Mafia

of her anticipation for six o'clock. No matter how many times she rubbed her hands on her skirt, they remained clammy and uncomfortable. She did not know whether to expec

and they were following Mr. Gerard to his office. "Thank you for agreeing to mee

joy in his eyes. His back slouched more than the years on

ould like to see the wine cellar again. It will be a

f colored candy against the walls. Mr. Gerard should have forbidden such a mockery of the cellar's

d as she swallowed back any tears that threatened to escape.

d remodel the place. She stood up. She could not stand to be

y holiday. Many happy memories with her mother were here; how she talked about the months she spent away at school; how they shared a slice of chocolate cake because they were

Ram

ith the prospective buyers, she forgot all about Tora. She looked u

t I confirmed a meeting

straight past Tora where the two women buyers exited the restaurant. They were chatting

r name again. This time hi

s from the corners of her eyes. "There will be no point in showing you the restaurant now.

to do with me? You did

he bench, pushing herself up. "If you would still l

I wo

still wanted a tour. However, she did agree and he was standin

rs. She found a certain beauty within the severe dark color. It made the pit of her stomach knot as she realized an incredibly handsome man hid underneath the in

ntleman at the same time. Tora must have had other matters, more important matters to attend. Gerard's was on a muc

held out her arms wide, "and the strong glossy coating prevents the wood from ever being damage by the sand and salt that might touch it. I thi

It looks like the owner keeps a well-rounded stock o

onate. Mr. Gerard has them cleaned once a week. You should find no dust on the

ing out onto the ocean. Tora's eyes almost had the same expression as the man, a y

filling up. It is a good sign for the chef. I have seen the patio

tored antique piano sat beside a tinted door. "This used to belong to Mr. Gerard's gran

polished keys as if hearing a silent melody. "It is a beautiful piece

or to the side. Tora took a breath, briefly glan

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ined from the floor to the ceiling. "What do you think?" Fasya asked and looked at Tora for a few seconds before looking back at the stunning

e a person. Her attention was without selfish motives. She did not ackn

rest that reflected back a curious stare. He found her intriguing - naïve. Fasya never real

e said. "Do you dri

ine if it is th

her. Nobody ever asked him what he liked without trying to make a buck, but

s, but I doubt this restaur

bottle. Besides, the wine is probably going to be

bottom. Tora wondered where her attachment to the wine came from. She

t was a decent bottle but at a much lower price than what they probably carried. He did not mind drinkin

glanced back and then started to look through labels, taking out the

know of wine, Ms. Rameer?" he asked, growing more interested with every word

ly mesmerized. I loved the different shapes and the labels and colors. As I got older, he would let me taste them. I guess that makes me a wine conn

hat," To

the way her lips curved up and her eyes glistene

can enjoy it here or after you leave." Fasya started towards the stai

had started to form on her arms. Tora wanted to talk to her more, yet he could not kee

, Ms. Rameer," he asked as they

o keep those women from buying this restaurant." Fasya looked do

ve nothing better to do, and I have a full bot

have to figure out how to keep this restaurant

about the restaurant while

her mind as she tried to reason what he wanted to talk to her about. Had Farrent been here,