We walk toward the subway as Gia peeks at me. “Have you ever been to the little Greek place in the village? Their food is delicious.”
“Greek? No, I haven’t.”
“Come on, we’ll go there for dinner. You’re going to love it.”
Forty minutes later, we arrive at the restaurant and make our way inside. The male host greets us immediately. “Welcome to Pylos. How many will be dining with you beautiful ladies today?”
As I behold the beautiful ambiance and decor of the restaurant, Gia responds, “Just us two. Thank you.”
The host grabs two menus and instructs us to follow. “Right this way ladies.” He leads us inside the dining area and seats us at a table in the back.
The lighting of the restaurant is a soft and somewhat golden hue. Comfy seat cushions line the brick walls with tables opposite them. Small vases are placed elegantly on each table, adding a hint of freshness and class. The finish of each table shines under the glow of golden lights. Plants and flowers cover each corner and windowsill, adding an organic element to the restaurant.
In the back, a wine rack full of exotic wines is displayed. I watch as a waitress restocks the selection, adding new flavors to the mix. Next to the wine rack is a small bar area. A few customers are seated there, sipping on multicolored drinks while enjoying their exquisite meals.
The host hands us our menus. “Your server will be right with you. Enjoy your meal.”
Gia and I thank the host and peek at our menus. Everything sounds so delicious. I have no idea what to choose.
I take a peek at Gia while she scans her menu. “You know, we’re not far from Easton’s place. He lives three blocks away.”
Gia sneaks a peek at me. “Thinking about stopping by for a quickie?”
“No! I was just saying that we’re close. This place is gorgeous. How do you know about all these places?”
“I know lots of people and I like to try new things all the time. I just do a search on my phone for whatever I’m in the mood for and voila.”
As we talk about the restaurant, a female waitress stops by and gets our drink order. A few minutes later, she hands us the drinks and takes our meal order. I end up getting the lamb chops with a side salad and Gia orders the salmon with spinach rice pilaf and sun dried tomato sauce.
As we wait for our order, Gia’s cell phone rings again. She reaches into her purse to grab it. Looking at the caller ID, she rolls her eyes and answers the phone.
“Yes?”
I hear the muffled voice in the background but can’t make anything out.
“Yes, I know. I will be there tomorrow. And no, I didn’t say anything to Brad. Why is he talking to you about this anyway?”
The muffled voice responds and she throws her head back, obviously irritated at the whole conversation.
“Listen, I can’t talk right now. I’ll call you later. Bye.”
She ends the call, powers off the cell phone, and places it back in her purse. “Ugh! Men, I swear. Get on my last fucking nerve.”
“Who was it?”
She huffs. “My cousin.”
“The one that owns the club?”
“Yeah.”
“What happened? Is it about Brad?”
Gia sips her drink and glances at me. “Brad called him and spilled the beans about us hooking up. I guess Brad got my hint and just quit. He said he didn’t want to work in a place that I’d frequent.”
“Well, you can’t blame him, can you?”
Her eyes shoot daggers at me. “Whose side are you on?”