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realize that she is heading to a middle table, and not a booth. I am slightly disappointed, because I would have liked the extra privacy.  Oh well.  As we approach our table, I see that there are two women sitting at the table on the other side of the pony wall.  One woman is talking to the other, trying to engage her in a conversation, but the other woman isn’t paying her much attention.  In fact, she is paying all of her attention to me.  Then Jordan, then me again. Then I see her give me the elevator eyes.  You know? When someone checks you out from top to bottom.  She then looks at Jordan again. I have a weird niggling feeling that she’s judging me, but I don’t let it get to me.  She turns back to the other woman at her table and says something to her about me in Spanish, I think.  It is kind of loud, and we are too far away for me to tell for sure.  I’m not being paranoid.  Now I know that she is saying something about me, because the other woman is looking at me then shakes her head.  I do a quick cursory glance at myself.  At least what I can see.  My boobs are covered, I’m not trailing any toilet paper.  I know I look adorable. What the heck?
    Before I have the chance to give it a second thought, Jordan is behind me getting ready to pull out my chair.  He’s such a gentleman; he has me swooning inside.  I refuse to let two unkind ladies get to me. Jordan takes a seat across me, and I just have to reassure myself that my newfound confidence is warranted.
    “Do I have something in my teeth?” I ask then show my teeth in an awkward smile.
    Jordan just raises a brow. “No, clean as a whistle.”
    “What about my hair? Is it out of control?”
    “Nope, your pony tail is cute as a button.”
    It’s gotta be my make up then from all the laughing we were doing. “Do I have mascara running down my face?”  I run my middle fingers under my eyes, but they come back clean.
    “Violet? You look beautiful. Dare I say perfect?  What’s going on?”
    I lean in a little closer toward him across the table, and he mimics my movements.  “I don’t know.  When we walked up here, those ladies over there…” I tick my head sideways, pointing to them. “…were staring at me.  Just wanted to make sure I look decent.”
    Jordan laughs quietly and shakes his head.  “Violet, you look more than decent.  They were probably just staring at you because you are so stunning.”  He smiles at me so sincerely that it completely warms my heart, and I almost believe him. No, not almost. I believe him.
    I lean back in my seat and blow out a deep breath.  “Thank you. And you look gorgeous tonight, by the way.  I don’t think I’ve ever seen you dressed so casually before. I really like it.” I smile fondly back at him.
    “Thank you,” he says, unusually shy.
    Before we get a chance to pick up our menus that the hostess not so gracefully tossed onto our table, our server arrives.  She looks to be in her mid-sixties, with her hair dyed a bright orange.  To say it is unflattering is an understatement.  But she has a friendly smile and a cheerful attitude.
    “Good evening. I am Trish and I will be your server tonight.  Can I start you guys off with a drink?”
    Jordan gives me a look signaling that I should go first.  I smile at Trish because I know what’s coming.  I’m sorta kinda picky when it comes to restaurants.
    “Trish, can you tell me, do you serve Coke or Pepsi? I ask, knowing that my decision will be determined by her answer.
    “We serve Pepsi products,” she answers easily.
    Well, that’s disappointing. “Oh, okay. How about iced tea?  Do you have unflavored?”
    “We sure do, darlin’. We have flavored, unflavored, sweetened, and unsweetened.”
    “Perfect.  I’ll have the unflavored, unsweetened, please,” I request.
    “Absolutely, and for you, Sir,” she turns to Jordan.
    “Shoot! Sorry to interrupt.” But of course, I do.
    Both sets of eyes turn toward me.