Doing Lunch With An Affordable Model

“The last time we spoke I,” a silent rage could be felt in the revolving restaurant featuring the world-famous Chance City, USA scenic view along with bungee jumpers getting a quick life-threatening thrill.

“You actually took the plunge,” his investor’s eyes were bulging putting a deadly fear into a gentleman who once had deep pockets filled with only a few quarters. An impromptu decision to run into the mall department store taking the daily double signature tie sale seriously, and this simple errand turned the tables around formalizing Kenny Kowit as a household name.

“She was in a beautiful single peace bathing suit draped in the traditional white wedding dress,” the photogenic male model continued to instigate the red skin to appear on his agent's face.

“You were on the rise,” the glitzy human resource representative reported disappointingly staring down towards the grocery store sold tabloid who unearthed a secret dreamlike nuptial periodical ceremony, “I had a specific agenda starring the legendary Kenny Kowit.”

“But love walked in,” he said picking up the water glass then proceeding positively, “beach, sunset background, having a glossy finish, and the spread receiving multi page space in the publication you use as a prop,”

“Great,” Susan grimaced noticing the distraction outside the windows displaying a perfect pair exchanging vows by professing each other’s trust using a rope chord.

“Does it ever end?”

“What?”

“This obsession with ‘I do’?”

“I thought you were married to your work?” Kenny innocently inquired sending the executive into defense mode especially after the credit card receipt arrived at the table.

Smiling Kenny added another comforting thought “it was a wonderful casted photo shoot that paid off and I got what I wanted from the tease.”

Sitting back in her chair as the amateur daredevil feats outside kept performing entertaining luncheon dining patrons, “I feel like I just heard someone died,”

This disruptive psychological trigger show made Susan remember her special day that used the term ‘wedding planner’ before the concept was mass marketed in the movies.

“His name was Dennis,” a sentimental loving memory returned strengthening the social column regular’s attitude by preparing her to leave the matinee meeting, proceed onto the local bar, and post work happy hour festivities.

Years ago, when theatrical marquee names headlined Hamlisch and Simon, and gambling was being done by a girl named Kate who always was kissed this entrepreneurial character was sitting inside a bookstore café. When Susan went searching the bestseller aisle, there he was leafing through a preface to a tragic romantic text.

After getting Coffee Grande the respectable lady approached him then fell in love. As the relationship’s script played out using the page six print which was really seen on sheet number eight the go getter full of life had everything including a real man. Until that horrible day when his autobiography was slammed shut due to a vicious hatred act from a jealous individual needing to get what they wanted to be respected in the concrete jungle.

“This was not how the ending was supposed to be,” the newlywed wept as the coffin lowered slowly into the ground.

After the quick elevator story drop Susan strutted the casino floor not noticing the slot machines and when the electrical doors opened like it was ordered by Sesame the valet attendee greeted her taking the ticket, “Did you enjoy your afternoon delight?”

“Had a good lunch,” Susan replied seeing Kenny and Rebecca get into the car and their glowing image brought the match maker visionary back to earth dispensing any bitterness, “I thought that couple presentation over there made this month’s Bride/Groom Magazine’s eloping fantasy exclusive, they are truly a permanent life-long partnership,” her professional comment was unleashed allowing everybody to be an audience.

When her rent a wreck sportscar emerged despite the missing roof from the underground tunnel the valet attendant turned over the keys. As the air conditioning cooled the situation down inside, the convertible seemed ready to move and shake, Susan gripped the steering wheel feeling the electricity flow. Back in control once again she decided to keep the engine in park a little longer to pull out the cell phone, “Tony,” she exclaimed after dialing, “remember those two kids who came into the office yesterday?” A few seconds lapsed, “contact Bride/Groom Magazine and tell them I have more talent that will sell their publication.”

Changing gears with one power gesture the entrepreneur success waved towards the Valet, “have a good one guys.” As the rear brake light shined brightly waiting for green the tipsters working the lot were able interpret her license plate “The Perfect Pitch” giving everyone a hope that anyone can cover in this town.