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.

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

Evelyn couldn't finish, rinsed his mouth with some water and left the food street

bar street, which came to

were soliciting business. Sheffield chose a quiet, fancy-looking bar and walked inside with

guitar and singing, "I'm a thinker, never good at expressing my feelings with expressions. I am always hoping and always disappointed..." Heads turned to Sheffield and Evelyn as they

picking her up. Sheffield could sense the carnal desire flowing out of those men's eyes.

him, Evelyn was worried that he would order liquor for

and asked, "What would you like to drink?" Then, he leaned in and whispered into her ear, "The liquor in this city is shoddy and the wine is likely to be counterfeit. Beer would

So,

ordered a few beers. After taking their order, the waiter turned to leave. But Sheffield called out to him, "And a

"Yes, sir."

"Fruit tea? I thought

for you. You said you were stuffed. Beer will only make it worse. The beer is for me." She sighed

this kind

times while I was in Y City; same in America."

for its beautiful view. "The border is a dangerous area." Sheffield sounded hesitant. After giving it some thought, he continued, "But if you want to go, I'll go with

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

he was flattering her. "Tayson can keep me company.

the macadamia nuts for her. He stopped and his eyes dimmed. "Are you tired of

she had meant. But she nodded,

won't leave you even if you really are sick

this how you always chase

my first time pursuing a woman. I'm a greenhorn

you really expect me to buy that?" She wasn't born yesterday. Everything he did

will

platter and the tea were served soon

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