Sally, a devoted business woman and owner of Crafter’s Cottage, just met an organic farmer interested in being a vendor at the upcoming herb festival. Their meeting to fill out the vendor application has suddenly turned into a dinner date.
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Hank’s BBQ was a staple eatery for most of the Oak Grove Square merchants. They frequently ran into one another as they dashed in to pick up their favorite sauce slathered delicacy. Many business arrangements were finalized over a dish of his creamy banana pudding. With the handsome man sitting across the red checkered tablecloth from her, his hair gently brushing the tops of his shoulders each time he moved his head, Sally had never been more aware of her background. The colors seemed brighter and the aromas more pungent. Even the Toby Keith melody blasting from the speakers as he crooned about ‘You shouldn’t kiss me like this unless you mean it like that’ seemed melodious and romantic.
“Well, it’s not the Ritz.” Izzy laughed and draped a functional paper napkin across his jean clad knees. “You’re probably more used to the fine dining experience with men. You know, the whole cloth napkins and champagne glasses thing. Sorry. I just give you this.” His hands motioned around the room full of loud, beer drinking, beef guzzling diners.
“No. This is perfect. I think I could devour one of Hank’s pulled pork sandwiches every day.”
“But you’re so elegant and sophisticated looking. You don’t look like a BBQ and beer type of gal.”
“You’ve only seen me in my ‘work clothes’. Running a business, with the customers and the vendors I deal with on a daily basis, I like to look professional. I like real though. I’m not into show. Just get me away from work and I’m a jeans and T-shirt gal.”
A grin spread across Izzy’s cheeks, showing off a dimple she hadn’t noticed before. “Too bad you didn’t wear your jeans tonight. We could have gone for a stroll around the lake later.”