>As the two of you get in your car, you decide to go to one of your favorite restaurants that you went to as a kid.
>It's just a little pasta house; a kind of hole-in-the-wall place.
>But the family who runs the place takes great care and pride in what they do, and it shows.
>You arrive after a short while and pull up to the modest establishment.
>Blossomforth takes a look at the place, then back to you, with a quizzical look on her face.
>“Is this what you had in mind?”
>You smirk at her.
“Don’t be so quick to judge, Blossom.  It may look like it could use a little TLC on the outside, but I’m pretty sure you’ll find the food and atmosphere to your liking.”
>The both of you exit your car, and start to head into the restaurant.
>You hold the door open for her, like the damn fine gentleman you are.
>She just rolls her eyes and smirks at you as she walks in.
>You follow closely behind her as you reach the waiting area, where an older lady greets you with a slight foreign accent.
>“Ah, welcome to Turrino’s!  My name is Ravi.  Will it just be the two of…”
>She trails off as her eyes come upon you.
>She blinks for a moment before she recognizes you.
>“Is that who I think it is?  Anonymous, is that you?”
>You smile warmly and wave.
“Hey, Auntie Ravi.  It’s been a while, no?”
>“Oh my goodness!  How long has it been?  Look at how big you’ve gotten!”
>Before you can answer, she turns back in the direction of the kitchen and yells loudly.
>“Turri!  Come out here, you’ll never guess who just showed up!”
>This place is not the busiest in town, but it still has its fair share of customers; some of which are starting to take notice of the scene.
>A feeling of slight unease falls over you.
>C’mon, let’s hurry up and get this over with…
>Blossom looks over at you with a look that could be interpreted as “Oh man, is this really happening?”
>Before you can say anything to her, a loud voice, with a slightly thicker foreign accent, comes from the back.
>“Eh?  What is going on, dear?  Who is here?”
>A somewhat portly man in a chef’s uniform comes out from behind the swinging doors that lead to the kitchen area.
>He’s just a few inches shorter than Ravi, but he’s still pretty imposing.
>He recognizes you almost instantly and throws his arms out wide.
>“Ah, Anonymous! How good it is to see you again!”
>You let out a sigh of embarrassment and smile sheepishly at the old man.
“Hi, Uncle Turri.  It has been a while, huh?”
>Turri walks up to you, with arms still outstretched, and brings you into a bear hug.
“Ha ha!  Are you kidding?  It’s been years!”
>Just about everyone is looking now.
>Blossom looks like she is about to burst out laughing at any second.
>The old man breaks the hug, but still has you firmly gripped by the shoulders.
>“Ah, and just look at you!  I can’t believe how big you have become!  I remember the first time you and your parents came here…you barely came up to my hips!”
>You try your best to smile wide to hide the increasing embarrassment you feel.
“Yep, I was just a little guy then.”
>Blossom is fighting back laughter now.
>“Pfft…!”
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>Turri then turns to Blossomforth, who is now trying her best to calm down now that attention is focused on her.
“And who is this young lady here?  I have never met you before…”
>You see him take her hand gently as he bows before her.
>“Oh!  Um, I’m new here, just moved a few months ago.  I’m Blossomforth.  It’s nice to meet you, sir.”
>The old man return from his bow and smiles.
>“Ah, a pretty name for such a pretty face.”
>You see a light shade of pink across her cheeks.
>“Turri!”
>He turns to see Ravi, scowling at him.
>“What?  Am I wrong?”
>Blossom is getting a little redder, and you start to feel at ease.
>Heh, now the shoe is on the other foot.
>Ravi slaps him lightly on his shoulder.
>”Will you stop flirting with the customers?  I am standing right here, you know?”
>“Ah, Mi Bella, you know you are the only woman for me…”
>You see Ravi start to get flustered.
>“Oh, get out of here with your ‘Mi Bella’s!  Get back in the kitchen already, I’m sure there are orders piling up!”
>Turri can’t help but laugh as he walks back to the kitchen.
>As embarrassing as that whole thing was, you’ve got to admit, it was pretty funny.
>Ravi collects herself, then bows before the both of you.
>“I am so sorry for my husband’s and my behaviors.  It was awfully rude of us to go and do that to the both of you.”
>You raise your hand in understanding.
“Heh heh, It’s okay.  I understand how exciting it was for us to see each other again, especially after such a long time.”
>Ravi then relaxes and smiles again.
>“Oh, you were always such a good boy.  Here, let me show you to your table already.”
>As she leads to two of you to your table, you notice Blossomforth is still blushing somewhat, but also giggling to herself.
>She then notices you watching her; she looks up at you and smiles.
>There’s that chill up your back again.
>Ravi presents you to your table, and you notice that it’s one of the booths in the back, far enough out of the way that none of the other customers are nearby.
>There’s also a nice tablecloth draped across it, which hangs down to the floor.
>In the middle, there is a small oil candle in a glass jar.
>Standard restaurant décor, but it still gives a nice ambience.
>The two of you take your seats across from each other, and Ravi hands the two of you your menus.
>“Please don’t be afraid to take your time with your orders, and thank you for coming to Turrino’s!”
>As she leaves the table, you can’t help but notice that Blossomforth has been looking at you intently, as if she has something on her mind.
>“So are they really…?”
>You know exactly what she’s about to ask, and you finish it for her.
“Related to me?  No, not at all.  My parents and I just ate here a lot when I was young.  We got to know the two of them so well that I just started to call them my Aunt and Uncle, and it stuck ever since.”
>“That’s so adorable,” Blossom giggled.
>You roll your eyes while smiling at her.
“I’ll tell you, though, they are…passionate.  Though I’m sure you’ve already found that out just a little while ago.
>“Heh heh, no kidding.”
>The two of you share a good laugh.
>As the laughter subsides, the two of you are just sitting there, looking into each other’s eyes.
>No words, just each of you taking in the other.
>The warm glow from the candle aids in the pseudo-hypnotic mood.
>It’s kind of surreal, really.
>At least up until you feel one of Blossomforth’s feet start to run up your leg, slowly.
>Your eyes widen slightly.
>Is she going to…?
>So soon…?
>She just sits there, smiling at you, not breaking eye contact.
>Her foot pauses about mid-shin, then goes back and forth slowly from there.
>You can’t help but feel a little let down that she didn’t continue higher.
>But at the same time, is it really that bad?
>Just the two of you, sharing a moment like this?
>You smile back at her, and the both of you blush.
>This…this is nice.
>You wish this could last forever…
>“So, have you decided on what you would like to order?”
>You totally did not notice the waiter come up to the table.
>A few more seconds pass.
>“Um…Sir?  Ma’am?”
>The both of you snap out of your mutual reverie.
“Oh!  Um…”
>You quickly skim through the menu and select your meal.
>Blossom manages to do the same, luckily.
>The waiter smiles and takes your menus.
>“Thank you.  I’ll have your orders right out!”
>The waiter leaves, and the two of you look back at each other.
>You both can’t help but laugh again.
>The waiter soon comes back with both of your orders.
>Damn, do they smell good.
>Better than you remember, even.
>Time to dig in.
>Blossom takes a bite of her dish, and moans as the flavors melt in her mouth.
>“Oh god, this tastes incredible!”
>You chuckle a little.
“I told you!  The food here is amazing.  They put so much effort and feeling into it, and it shows.”
>“The pasta is just unreal!  Did they make it fresh?”
>You nod.
“Oh yeah.  This stuff is 100% authentic.  It’s the big reason why my family came here so frequently.”
>It’s not long before you each finish your meals.
>Soon, the waiter comes by your table again.
>“Did you enjoy your meals?  How about dessert?”
“I’m down.  What about you, Blossom?”
>“Sure!”
>The waiter readies his notepad.
>“Okay, what would you like?”
>You think for a moment about what dessert would be good.
>Hmm…
>Looks like now would be a good time to get a little dirty.
“Would you like to split a sundae, Blossom?”
>She looks at you, ignorant of what you’re planning.
>“Okay, that sounds good!”
“Alright then.”
>You look up at the waiter.
“We’ll go ahead and split a sundae…”
>The waiter jots down the order.
“…but have them put two cherries on top.”
>The waiter pauses briefly, then jots an extra note down.
>“Fantastic!  It will be out shortly.”
>Blossomforth tilts her head at you, curious.
>You look back at her.
>Your poker face is unflinching.
“What?  One cherry for each of us.”
>“Hmmm, okay.”
>You’re not lying to her.  You had intended for the both of you to have one cherry each.
>You just didn’t want her to know what you were going to do with yours.
>Soon, the waiter comes out with a rather large sundae.
>This should be enough for the two of you.
>He sets the dessert down between you and gives you each a spoon.
>“Enjoy!”
>As the waiter leaves, you instantly reach for your cherry on the top and grab it by the stem.
>You pop the cherry in your mouth, and eat it normal-like.
>But, you set the stem aside.
>That will come into play later.
>She eats her cherry as well, seemingly unaware of your plan.
>The two of you then dig into your dessert.
>Even the vanilla ice cream is hand-made.
>So damn good.
>It’s not long before you finish that off.
>The both of you sit back and rest, letting the fantastic meals settle a little in your stomachs.
>I think it’s a good time to set the plan in motion, yeah?
>You grab your cherry stem and start spinning it in between your fingers.
>Blossomforth watches you, curiously.
>When you think you’ve got her interest, you put the stem on your tongue and pull it into your mouth.
>You see her raise an eyebrow.
>Grinning, you carefully manipulate the stem in your mouth.
>You see the gears turning in her head as she tries to figure out what you’re doing.
>Has she never seen this before?
>Heh, even better!
>After a few more seconds, you stop moving your mouth.
>You then slowly push out the cherry stem through your lips.
>It comes out, tied in a perfect knot.
>Blossomforth’s eyes widen as she looks at what you did, then back at you.
>You smirk at her.
“If you think that’s impressive, then just imagine what my tongue can do…elsewhere.”
>It takes a second, but the statement finally registers in her brain.
>Wow, that is quite a vibrant shade of red that she’s sporting.
>Hell, its darker than the pink tank that she’s wearing.
>“Oh…my…”
>The waiter soon comes by with the check.
>“Is there anything else that you would like, sir?”
“Ah, yes.  Please give my compliments to Uncle Turri.  The meal was absolutely fantastic!”
>You pay for the dinner and tip in cash.
>You turn to Blossomforth, who still looks lost in her fantasies.
“Are you ready to go?  We don’t want to miss the movie…”
>She blinks a few times and snaps out of it.
>“Oh…u-umm, s-sure…”
>Not completely out of it, it seems.
>She manages to gather her things and follow you as you walk back toward the waiting area.
>As you reach the door, you hear Ravi from behind you.
>“Have a good night, Anonymous.  We hope to see you again!”
>You turn back and wave goodbye.
>The two of you get in your car.
>It’s off to the cinema, now.