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Date Posted: 23:00:59 05/03/02 Fri
Author: Repost Fairy
Author Host/IP: 64.193.19.25
Subject: TT 19
In reply to: Esme 's message, "Turned Tables" on 22:54:00 05/03/02 Fri

Nikita cursed as she stepped into her apartment. Stripping swiftly she ran into the shower. It was a quarter to seven and Michael would be here any minute. She and Julia had been stuck in traffic and now she was very late.

She finished her shower in a record five minutes and decided on skirt and blouse. She slipped on a comfortable black skirt and a baby blue long-sleeved dress shirt. Pulling on her low pumps she made her way back to the bathroom and began to rapidly blow dry her hair. A minute later it was slightly damp and she quickly twisted it into a loose knot held by to Japanese hair pins. Grabbing some light blue eye shadow she quickly put some on her eyelids and then grabbed the mascara. Putting it on hurriedly she grabbed a pale colored lip gloss and applied it to her lips as someone knocked on the door.

Cursing she went to her bedroom quickly. “Just a minute.”

Dabbing some perfume on her neck and wrists she grabbed her purse and moved to her door. As she opened it she smiled. “Hi.”

Her eyes took him in. He was dressed in black Dockers and black leather shoes. The pants hung loose in all the right places and clung to him in all the right places. He wore a dark green dress shirt that bought out his eyes. His short curly hair hung around his face. He smiled back at her.

“Hey. You look beautiful,” his eyes wandered over her body.

“Thanks. We are you taking me?”

“Dinner and the Gateway Park. There’s that sculpture thing there and we could see the skyline from the end of the pier. Sound good?”

“Sound wonderful. Let’s go,” she locked the door and took his arm.
****

They arrived at Stefani’s and requested a table outside. Nikita smiled as Michael spoke Italian with one of the waiters. He laughed and the waiter left with a smile on his face.

“You speak Italian?”

“My mother is half Italian and French so I had to learn.”

“You come here often?”
“When I can. With work it’s kind of hard sometimes.”

The waiter returned with menus and smiled at Nikita. “Welcome to Stefani’s. My name is Nino I will be your waiter. Take your time and I‘ll get you both some water.”

“Thank you.”

A few moments later they had decided to an appetizer. Nino came back and took their order of Bruschetta Toscana and a bottle of expensive red wine.

Nikita looked over the menu and sighed. “I have no clue what to order.”

“Order whatever you like.”

“That’s the problem, I like everything.”

Michael chuckled and squeezed her hand that rested on the table. “ What are you in the mood for.”

“Something Italian,” she blushed.

Michael gazed at her his eyes bright. Looking away he breathed deeply. “Would you like me to order for you?”

“Would you?”

“I’d be honored,” he replied glancing at the menu.

A few moment later Nino returned and Michael fired off in rapid Italian and nodded when Nino said something. He turned back to Nikita once Nino left. “So tell me about yourself.”

Nikita looked at him and the history of her cover flew through her head. she smiled softly and looked away. she thought as she launched into her ‘life’ story.

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