DEZMOND

Dez handed the waitress his menu then watched her walk away. He relaxed in his chair as he turned his attention to Spring. She surprised him when she agreed to go to lunch with him even though he showed up unannounced at her job. But the kiss she greeted him with surprised him more.

"So," he fingered the condensation on his glass, "you like kissing."

Spring's head whipped up so fast he was certain she would feel an ache later. Her eyes fluttered and she looked away. It was such an innocent response to such a bold act. (A delightful mystery, Spring is.)

"I'm sorry about that. It seems I keep..."

"Keep what?"

Spring looked down at something, maybe her napkin, but Dez waited for her response. He sat forward.

hand then sighed. "Honestly, I have no real excuse.

you. I

"On?" she asked.

want to continue the 'No personal info' clause. I like you, Spring. I want to see more of you, get to know you. Will you allow me to know you?"

she came to some kind of resolution, Spring looked at him. He waited about as long as the suspense lover

extended her hands to him, avoiding their glasses on the table. "My name is Spring Annalisa Lafayette of the New Orleans

She smiled.

came from Dez as he took hold of Spring's hand. "Dezmond Rey, of the DC Rey's." He squeezed her hand just a little before

maybe...prestigious?" she chuckled, "...maybe

from the south. I haven't heard even a hint of an

They have a unique way of speaking," she informed him. Spring used her finger to hook some stray hair behind her ear but kept hold of

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