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.

peace of mind. Deep down, she longed for some change of her lifestyle. And the snacks had looked too

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

to the food street was the bar

the bars, young, good-looking men and women were soliciting business. Sheffield

the 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

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

bar with him, Evelyn was worried that he would order liquor

front of her 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 be the best option. We can also order a fruit platter and some nuts.

was okay with her. So, she

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

"Yes, sir."

I

will only make it worse. The beer is for me." She sighed and turned to the singer

seldom come to this kind

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

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

served the plate of nuts they had ordered. Sheffield pushed it towards

he was flattering her. "Tayson can keep

for her. He stopped and his eyes dimmed. "Are you tired of me

she had meant. But

okay, I have super thick skin. I won't leave you even if you really are

this how you

my first time pursuing a woman. I'm

She wasn't born yesterday. Everything he did told her that he was an

"You will believe me

fruit platter and the tea were served soon

for a minute. Be right back. You go ahead and have