EIGHTY-THREE

They both sat at a restaurant, facing each other, Gemma continued with her phone and Isaac did the same. The restaurant was crowded with so many Italians. Gemma would take a peep at Isaac and wonder what he was doing with his phone. She was only on hers because he was on his first.

"Your order" a female interrupted, Gemma took her eyes off him, and focused on the lady, she gave her a quick smile as she placed the food on the table.

"Thank you," she says, Isaac stared at her, watching her arrange the table. She immediately took out her fork and began to dig into her spaghetti.

Not even taking a stare at him, she was famished, and had waited thirty minutes for this to arrive. Finally, it smelt so nice, and she couldn't even wait a minute to taste it. She paused when the first bite entered her mouth, soft, spicy, and saucy. She nodded in approval and continued.

"You might want to slow down," Isaac chuckled and looked around, she didn't mind and continued, "Gems," he called and took of a