At the Chateau De Paris, 18th February 2021

Lance and Christopher have been buddies since the sixth grade and know each other in and out. Therefore, wherever Lance went out he would always invite Chris to come with him, because he was like his right-hand man.

Now Lance was a tall, blonde haired guy that was highly esteemed, due to the wealth that he had, managing his family business.

Lance and Amber had already gone early to the restaurant to get the food ordered so long until their guest had arrived.

Chris made quite the entrance as he was the next to enter through the restaurant. His waist coat tightly fitted, blazer over the shoulder, with his shirt tightly hugging his huge muscles, he made his way slowly to the table.

Amber could not quite keep her eyes off him.

Amber was the type of woman who is always silent, yet she had dreams of being an independent woman, one day managing her own business.

Lance noticed how long she was staring and made the comment to Chris. “You should really dress better my friend, that colours do not suit your skin colour, you should wear something darker.”

They were catching up quite a bit Lance and Chris, but Christopher had seemed to be noticing Amber a lot as Lance was raving about buying shares in this giant medical company.
It got Christopher thinking about Amber too much.

Well, Lance made it seem that Amber was happy with him. It could possibly be his wavy hair, tight fitted tuxedos and the cigars in his hand, that made people think money could quench a thirst in a woman.

“I too have the desire build and manage my own business one day,” said Amber.

Lance laid back on his chair and said, “Woman you then know you are only needed in the kitchen cooking my meals and taking care of the washing. You leave the business and money making to me hey love?”

He laughed with his friends, pointing at Amber and saying, “That was a good one hey?”

The level of “class and position” that the people had at the table made it seem like it was okay to talk that way. But Christopher could see the amount of discomfort in Ambers eyes.

Lance then stood up from the table. “Duty calls.”

Amber remained behind. Her eyes sparkled with mischief in her enquiry. “So, Christopher, how has your wife been?”

“I have not been in a relationship for four years; poetry and writing has been my love, as it keeps me busy most of the time.” He tilted his head. “But I have a beautiful little son.”
Amber’s posture shifted from relaxed…to elbows down on the table…leaning forward like a child towards their favourite snack.

Chris suggested that they move off to one of Lance’s yachts to have a drink of champagne.
It set a great mood to see her along with the lining of the horizon, it brought him heaven on earth.

“You know poetry has always been my passion and I have submitted my work to quite a few corporations,” Chris told her.

“Tell me Chris does that mean you love what you have with poetry, that it could complete you?”

Chris responded yes and then asked her, “Does he make you feel that way?”

“What could you possibly mean Christopher, I’m married!”