Date night on Sunday... Sam put on his 'James Bond' denim... sexy,... and he drove the Hummer.
Simmy felt like a lady. (hearing it like the 'Top Gear' gents- love that British accent)
"Let's get some dessert," Simmy suggested, eyebrows raised in sweet pretense.
"Right now, or would you like to see a few of the character homes first?"
"No, let's get dessert first."
They had to wait a bit to be served.
A 'man of no hurry' placed himself in front of the cash register. After he took their money, Simmy said, "I'm sorry, but could I bother you for a large coffee, black?"
As he brought it over to the cash register, Simmy asked, "How much is that?"
"Well, it can't be very much, can it?"
That sounded so much like a 'James May' comment that Simmy was feeling a bit British herself by now. So... she looked the gentleman in the eye and responded with, "Well, as the owner I suppose you don't really need to know how much the coffee is!" She felt a little cocky.
"$2.75? Eyebrows jotted up suggesting surprise. $2.50 will be fine, even," he said.
"Thank you," Simmy smiled and laughed. She'd been right. He was the owner.
It was rather obvious that he'd wrested himself out of his office as the warm evening brought out a whole lot of folk.
Exiting the eatery, they turned the corner and as she walked past the shiny black Jaguar, she could hear Jeremy say, "He's got a Jaaaag," with that low growl.
"Do you know where you're going to park?" That sounded a bit like their teenage years.
"Yes," Sam was succinctly 'Bond' tonight.
In just a few minutes they parked and walked to the 'Palais.' "OOH, we're going all out tonight," Simmy purred. Some rather rough looking young men walked down to the river and Simmy could sense the testosterone and danger in them.
"They've been up to no good, Sam," she whispered.
Very soon a police car went by, verifying that fact, but these blokes had the 'unhurried walk makes you look innocent' act down to peacock perfection. Their brazen behaviour amazed Simmy.
The three scalawags just hid behind a few steps down towards the river until the police car drove past. When all was clear, they sauntered back the direction from which they came.
"Isn't that amazingly cocky, Sam? It's a good thing you're wearing your 'Bond' jacket. That probably scared them off."
Sam puffed out his chest.
"If some talent agency spots you and you get picked to be the next one, you know you're going to have to go to the gym and..."
"Why?" His tone of voice had just enough effrontery that Simmy looked at his face to see if he was serious.
"They can just air brush my body into the right shape," he said with confident aplomb.
Simmy burst out laughing. "Whatever you say, 'Bond.'"
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