Ax
is a motorcycle cop. Zenobia works for the Geek Squad. He pulls her
over on the road, but doesn't give her a ticket. He thought she might
be having car trouble, because she had difficulty with her standard
shift car. He also wanted her name and number. Since he's not shy, he
asks her out to dinner and she picks a new barbecue place. Since
he doesn't know where they're going, they take his car, but she
drives—his 1959, cherry red Impala.
She
perused the glossy pictures, wrinkling her nose over the bacon ice
cream sundae.
“Bacon
is great,” she said. “But not for desert.”
“I
agree. But I'm glad you're not a vegetarian,” he said with a grin.
“I dated a girl back home who was vegan. Of course, she didn't
share that fact with me until we went out to a steak and seafood
place. She whined the whole time that it was cruel to eat meat and
called me a murderous carnivore.”
“Oh,
my!”
“So
I ordered her the surf and turf when she went to the bathroom and
left her with the check.”
“That
was so mean!”
“Yeah,
well I didn't like being called a murderous carnivore in public.
Loudly, I might add.”
“That
was rude of her. I would probably have done the same thing you did.”
She considered a moment. “No, I would have ordered that and shoved
her face in it. Then walked out.”
“Believe
me, I was tempted. She knew the name of the restaurant before we
went. Wouldn't that be your cue to say, By the way, I'm a veganous
herbivore?”
Zenobia
giggled, nearly spewing her coffee. “Veganous. . . .” She laughed
more, trying not to choke on her beverage.
Ax
tensed, mentally reviewing what to do for someone who was choking. He
didn't think the Heimlich worked on someone who had inhaled liquid.
Instead, he suggested she raise her arms and try to relax.
The
waitress came over to see what the problem was. Zenobia tried to
speak, but started coughing again. Ax explained, telling her about
the veganous herbivore. The waitress laughed too. She helped
Zenobia to the restroom and came back for their order.
Ax
had no idea what to order for Zenobia, so she said she would come
back. Five minutes later, Zenobia sat across from him once more and
the waitress returned. They placed their orders and sipped coffee
while they waited.
“I
assume you didn't see the herbivore again?”
“No.
I was a little disappointed though. It was our third date and I
really hoped to get lucky.”
“Well,
ya know, she wasn't a meat eater,” Zenobia said with a smirk.
“Probably wouldn't have been that much fun.”
It
took a moment for her words to have the desired effect. Ax's ears
turned pink, the color rose to his cheeks and he started laughing. He
didn't quite choke on his iced tea, but it was close.
“I
can't believe you just said that,” he whispered.
“I
take lots of people by surprise,” she replied, winking at him over
her glass.
“Probably
wouldn't have been that much fun,” he repeated, snorting.
The
waitress arrived with their food. Ax greeted her, blushing furiously.
The waitress leaned over, murmuring to Zenobia.
“What
on earth did you say to him? He looks ready to fall out.”
Zenobia
ducked her head. “I really can't repeat it. I shouldn't have said
it in the first place.”
Taking
the waitress' arm, Ax pulled her close so he could whisper in her
ear. She burst out laughing and had to muffle herself with her
apron. She tapped Zenobia on the hand.
“That
was so funny! I'll have to remember to tell my hubby that. He's not
vegan,” she said with a sly wink. “And neither am I.”
Ax
and Zenobia laughed again, drawing curious looks from other
customers. Some frowned at them, but Ax merely smiled and waved like
the Queen of England. That got some deeper frowns, but also several
return waves.
They
finished their meals, pointedly avoiding talking anymore about the
vegan girl in his past. Instead, he asked Zenobia questions about her
family and the Greek community in the area. They decided to go for a
walk on the beach.
“Visiting
New Smyrna Beach was the first thing I did when I got here. I'm a
beach boy by birth. I grew up on the Carolina coast. Can't keep me
outta the water.” His accent got stronger through the sentence. It
flavored his words with hints of the Old South.
Ax's
eyes grew dreamy when he thought about his home. There was a hint of
pain there too. Zenobia didn't ask, but she knew something bad had
driven him from his home. She sensed a bitterness tinged with
longing. He was no stranger to pain, Zenobia decided. What had
compelled him to come here, so far from home?
“The
beach here isn't as nice as the one down home.”
“World's
Most Famous Beach is a disappointment?”
“I
think so. If you like condos and dirty sand, that's the way to go.”
She danced excitedly, eyeing the car. “Can I drive?”
“Be
my guest. I'm totally turned around. If it weren't for the ocean, I
wouldn't know compass points at all.”
“GPS,
my friend. It's a wonderful thing.” She started the car. Putting it
in reverse, she backed with confidence.
Ax
watched with amusement as she pulled up to a stop sign. “You don't
have to be so careful. I'm not going to give you a ticket.”
Zenobia
blushed, dropping her head. “That obvious?”
“Relax.
Enjoy the moment. How often do you get to drive a car like this?”
The
light changed. Zenobia hit the gas with a bit more enthusiasm than
she intended. The tires squealed. Ax threw his head back, laughing
loudly. Zenobia mimicked the movement, but didn't take her eyes off
the road.
“This
is a sweet ride,” she proclaimed. “Lots of power. You can feel it
vibrate—”
“Oh,
yeah?” He chuckled behind his hand. “Didn't know I drove a
vintage, cherry red—vibrator.”
“You're
impossible!”
“No,
sugar, I'm a man. Plain and simple. And I assure you, everything this
baby can do, I can do better.”
“You
can go zero to sixty in under two minutes?” She glanced at him,
raising an eyebrow.
“No,
takes me more like two hours. What I lack in speed, I make up for
in—satisfaction.”
“You
packing a V-8 I don't know about?” She licked her lips, her fingers
flexing on the wheel.
“You'll
have to pop the hood and find out.
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