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.

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

kissing you. I hope to do it often...but that depends,

"On?" she asked.

He could see the concern in her eyes so he didn't make her wait for his response. But he wanted to. "On if you want to continue the 'No personal info' clause. I like you, Spring. I want to see more of you, get to

Spring looked at him. He waited about as long as the suspense lover in him wanted to make her wait earlier, but clearly, he wasn't holding the cards in

their glasses on the table. "My name is Spring Annalisa Lafayette of

She smiled.

hold of Spring's hand. "Dezmond Rey, of the DC Rey's." He squeezed her hand just a little before releasing it. "So, is your family one of the

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

you were from the south. I haven't heard even

used her finger to hook some stray hair behind her ear but kept hold of the hair and started twisting it in her fingers. "Most folks don't speak French regularly. I

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