True Love Waits

"All right, I'll let you be. Have a good time over there," Debbie said.

"I will. Bye, Mom," Evelyn replied.

Debbie hung up and turned to Miranda, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for her news about her granddaughter. "Piggy said she is fine. She is out having dinner."

"Did she sound happy?" Evelyn's mood was Miranda's biggest concern. She had been diagnosed with depression, after all. Everybody in the family was worried about her. They wanted her to be happy, above all.

Debbie reflected on the phone call. "She sounded relaxed. She said the food is delicious. I think she is happy, Mom," she said with a smile.

Miranda was relieved to hear that.

After Evelyn had finished talking to her mom on the phone, Sheffield bought her some steamed sweet potato with cheese.

She frowned at the smell of cheese.

He opened the foil. It was so hot that steam erupted from it. He spooned some and placed it near her lips. "Have a taste. There was a long line in front of the store. It should be delicious." Evelyn shook her head. "I don't like it."

Sheffield was surprised. "The sweet potato or the cheese?"

"The cheese." She hated cheese.

Sheffield ate the entire thing without another word.

Evelyn had a lot of food. All snacks. Touching her huge belly, she said, "I'm stuffed."

She hadn't eaten so much in a long time.

"Are you sure? I can take you somewhere else for some staple food." Sheffield didn't think she had eaten much. He was worried that she wasn't used to these kinds of street foods.

"No, thanks. I'm too full already." She had always been strict with her diet while she was home, and took additional care with her dinners.

wasn't home. The restraints were lessened. And she was here on vacation, seeking relaxation and peace of mind. Deep down, she longed for some change of her lifestyle. And the snacks had looked too yummy to

Evelyn couldn't finish, rinsed his mouth with some water

the bar

of the bars, young, good-looking men and women were soliciting business. Sheffield chose a quiet, fancy-looking bar and walked inside with

playing the guitar and singing, "I'm a thinker, never good at expressing my feelings with expressions. I am always hoping

sense the carnal desire flowing out of those men's eyes. He took her hand in his to make a point. Seeing that, the

she had agreed to come to a bar with him, Evelyn was worried that he

shoddy and the wine is likely to be counterfeit. Beer would be the best option. We can also order a fruit platter and some nuts. When we are back in Y City, you

So,

to leave. But Sheffield called out to him, "And a fruit tea,

"Yes, sir."

"Fruit tea? I thought we were having

the music, Sheffield explained, "It's for you. You said you were stuffed. Beer will only make it worse. The beer is for me." She sighed and

to this

bars a few times while I was in Y City; same in America." She didn't like

adjoined A Country and Q Country. It was well-known for its beautiful view. "The border is a

waiter served the plate of nuts they had ordered. Sheffield pushed it towards Evelyn. "They're boring. You're more fun to

sincere, but Evelyn thought he was flattering her. "Tayson can keep me company. You should

He stopped and his eyes dimmed.

had meant. But she nodded, "Yes." He

leave you even if you

how you always

tone dripped with arrogance. He handed her the peeled nuts. "This is my first time pursuing a

buy that?" She wasn't born yesterday. Everything he

smiled. "You will believe me

and the tea

his chair and said, "Excuse me for a minute. Be right