WIP

That night at six thirty, Frank walked up to Nancy’s front door and knocked three times. Christian answered the door immediately, Frank wondered if he had been sitting on the other side of the door waiting.
“Hello Chris, is your mother ready?”
“Almost Frank, I can’t believe she isn’t she’s been up in her bathroom for hours!” Rolling his eyes he said, “You know how girls are.”
Frank’s laugh could be heard through the neighborhood.
Walking down the stairs past the numerous pictures of Christian along with some of his art from school, in an elegant green dress with a single strap that went over her shoulder and behind her neck Nancy said, “ What is all this noise about?” and continued to put on an earring.
“Jeez mom, you didn’t even put on your earrings yet?” Christian chided. Frank was utterly speechless. This was not the same woman who worked in the bakery, well she was, he had always known she was pretty but tonight he was blown away, she was beautiful. Frank was especially partial to her red hair, and tonight it cascaded over her left shoulder in curls like a waterfall. Her dress was not so tight as to keep her from moving, but taught enough to show off her body. Frank found it hard to believe that someone who worked all day with the temptation of baked goods could have such an amazing figure.
“You are stunning,” Frank complimented her, “I feel underdressed now.” He wore one of his customary suits, however this time he wore a solid back suit with a silver undershirt.
“Are you ready to go?” Frank asked Nancy.
“Yes I believe I am. Chris you listen to Becky now you hear, you mind her and do what she says, when she asks it of you.”
“Ok Mom, have a good time. Bye Frank.”
“See you later Chris.” Frank replied. Walking down the front stoop of Nancy’s two-story brick house in a neighborhood full of Cadillac’s and Audi’s. They were just about to step off the porch when Frank halted and looked both left and right as if searching for something. His eyes were alert and squinting, even though sun was not at all bright, it was shining its last warmth onto the horizon. When he did not seem to find what it was he was looking for he extended his arm to Nancy and they walked together to his car. Frank opened the door for Nancy and then after she was situated, walked around to the other side of his black BMW and got in himself. After they had driven off to dinner, another all black sedan pulled slowly out from three cars down Nancy’s house, slowly turned and went the opposite direction.

“Was it hard for you to get out of work?” Nancy asked after they had been seated at Manarola, an Italian restaurant known for its exquisite seafood. She had been trying to keep the conversation going throughout the ride to the restaurant. She was nervous and the idle chatter helped to ease her queasy stomach. She wasn’t sure why she felt this way. She had been on other dates before and she hadn’t thought anything of them. It was like she had a premonition and she already knew that it wasn’t going to work out, and no sooner than the first date had ended, so had the relationship. Tonight was somehow different, and she wasn’t sure why.
“No,” Frank replied, “I told a friend I had a date with you, and he said he would cover for me. Is this place okay Nancy? We could go somewhere else if you would like.”