Bella
came through the swing door and his heart skidded to a stop, literally. He had
to inhale to kick if off again. It has always been that way, since the first day he walked through
the doors of the restaurant where she was a waitress.
She
was a waitress but her mother owned the classy, a little over a dozen tables
eatery. It was a small place but the food was good and highly affordable. A
fact that didn’t really matter with him, but which he knew was a fine factor
with the other patrons.
