Ginger couldn't help but grin when Jimmy mentioned the scent of her hair. She'd even smell a lock of it herself, to be reminded of the "cherry blossom and rain" scent she had used earlier in the morning.
After the compliment, is when she first noticed his hands fidgeting. "Is he, nervous?" she thought, as she found herself unable to stop glancing from his face to his hands.
The conversation wouldn't advance much before his phone went off, and Ginger would sit and listen to a rather colorful discussion - giggling a bit when she heard "Because I'm being incredibly rude to a very beautiful woman." and then "...no I am not introducing you to her."
The phone call lasted only a few minutes.
"I'm really sorry about that, some of the people I work with enjoy busting my chops a bit.
I'm really horrible with opening lines so... plus I feel the need to get this in before anything else happens.
I've been trying to do this since last night and... well it's been with limited success at best.
I'm Jimmy, Jimmy Massera and please before the world comes crashing around me could I have the pleasure of your name?"
Ginger went to speak, but they were again cut off, and she couldn't help but drop her head into her hands out of frustration - as the waitress placed down the potato skins and beverages.
She'd pour herself a cup of coffee, and sip on it - as she watched the Waitress Fawn over Jimmy.
"There goes that moniker again.....Jimmy The Saint. I should google that!" she thought.
After an additional minute or so, the two were finally alone again.
"I'm begging you...before anything else happens, your name please.
This way I at least know the name of who I'm giving all these apologies to"
Ginger burst into a quiet laughter for a moment, before suddenly reaching out across the table and placing her hands over his - grasping them tight enough to stop the fidgeting.
"Seems like we attracted interruptions, hmm? Or perhaps i should say we attract interrupters.
Anyways, my name is Ginger, Ginger Caggliano, and please - stop fidgeting with your hands.....i don't bite."
She'd smirk and take her hands off of Jimmys just as the waitress came back an asked for her order - which she gave to her.
Only after the waitress took Jimmys, would Ginger throw in;
"Oh, and please, put this entire meal on our familys tab. Mr. Massera has done quite enough for me already."
The woman seemed a bit taken a back at her request, but nodded her head and confirmed Gingers last name, before walking away.
"I know gents like to pay for us girls, out of kindness and what not, but you've already bought me a drink and pretended to be me my impromptu, i don't know, walking buddy?" Ginger giggled a bit, before continuing "So i don't mind paying for the meal, it's really no big deal."
Even as she talked, his name kept rolling around in her head. It appeared as if she was just as unfamiliar to him, and he was to her, which was actually a bit hilarious if one thought about it, since both were actually quite well known around the city - hell, the country in many regards.
"So, i'm curious." Ginger would begin, once their food was placed in front of them - which consisted of a gourmet cheese burger with more potato skins, for her. "What exactly do you do? I mean i've been in this stuffy little restaurant too many times to count, and i've never seen you in here once - yet Peggy, the waitress, knew you so easily....just like that bartender. And the moniker they both used, Jimmy The Saint.....you don't strike me as a religious man"
She'd smiled warmly at him after her attempt at a little joke, before biting her into her sandwich.
Sadly though, just as she did her cellphone began to ring.
"Ah, excuse me a sec!" she said as she chewed her food, with her hand covering her mouth.
She'd wipe her hands off with a napkin before digging through her bag for her phone. However, after pulling out the Red Samsung Galaxy Note, it was obvious it was her other phone - a white blackberry used solely for work or family emergencies - that was ringing.
"Shit" she mumbled, before finally pulling out the proper phone.
"Hello!?"
"GING! Where the hell are you!?? Dads losing his mind! I thought we all agreed we were going to stay in for the day!??"
Ginger sighed, as her sister Jenna voice rang out in her ear.
"Um no, you all decided that, i said no such thing. Besides - why the hell are you calling me on this phone Jenn, this isn't an Emergency.."
"The hell it's not! Where are you!!!?"
"I'm in Time Square, doing the hula with the Naked Cowboy."
"THIS ISN'T FUNNY!"
"Yes it is, you guys act like i'm four."
"No, YOU act like you're four. Now come home already, please."
There was a brief silence between the two, but Ginger could sense the mixture of worry and desperation in her sister voice, so she reluctantly agreed.
"Fine"
"Thank you, see ya when you get here."
"Yeah yeah, bye."
"Good b-"
She'd press the "End" button on her phone, before her sister could finish her short sentence.
Ginger then placed both phones back into her bag and waved the waitress over.
"I'll need a to-go box please." she said, and the waitress nodded her head promptly, before taking her food away.
"Seems like the interrupters have reared their ugly heads again." she said to Jimmy, with a soft smile on her face. "I'm starting to wonder if some entity is trying to keep us apart on purpose." she'd joked, before sliding out of the booth and brushing the front and back of her dress off with her hands.
"Here you go Ms. Caggliano" the waitress said, as she handed her a bag with her to-go box inside of it.
"Thanks." Ginger said, an away Peggy would go again.
Even though she said it as a joke, Ginger really did wonder if all the interruptions were some kind of sign. But after a few moments she brushed it off, and dug into her bag.......until she pulled out a card - which she then slid in front of Jimmy.
"So, voting's pretty important to me," she said with a laugh, as the GOTV card with "Vote" written all over it, was left in front of him on the table.
"but that's not the only reason i gave you that card. The number on the bottom is a good way to reach me. I don't always pick up my work phone, but i always check my messages in a rather timely fashion.
We never did finish our time at Spinellis.......so perhaps if there's a next time, we can."
She'd lean down, grab his hand, and shake it softly. "Its been a pleasure, my new walking buddy."
As she walked out of the restaurant and hailed a cab, there was a smile on her face a mile wide.
"Gracie Mansion" she said to the cabbie, as she slid on her glasses and then relaxed into her seat.
"What on Earth possessed me to give my number to a man i barely know? What if he's some reporter.....my father would kill me!" she thought, even though in the back of her mind she knew why she had acted so friendly towards this Jimmy Massera.
There was something intriguing about the man, something "off the beaten path" so to say.......which she wasn't use to. In her head she knew he wasn't a reporter, and something told her he wasn't popular for spreading the word of the lord, or feeding the homeless.......but even though every reasonable bone in her body would tell her not to return his call, she knew that if he did call, and invite her out somewhere......she'd likely go.
After the compliment, is when she first noticed his hands fidgeting. "Is he, nervous?" she thought, as she found herself unable to stop glancing from his face to his hands.
The conversation wouldn't advance much before his phone went off, and Ginger would sit and listen to a rather colorful discussion - giggling a bit when she heard "Because I'm being incredibly rude to a very beautiful woman." and then "...no I am not introducing you to her."
The phone call lasted only a few minutes.
"I'm really sorry about that, some of the people I work with enjoy busting my chops a bit.
I'm really horrible with opening lines so... plus I feel the need to get this in before anything else happens.
I've been trying to do this since last night and... well it's been with limited success at best.
I'm Jimmy, Jimmy Massera and please before the world comes crashing around me could I have the pleasure of your name?"
Ginger went to speak, but they were again cut off, and she couldn't help but drop her head into her hands out of frustration - as the waitress placed down the potato skins and beverages.
She'd pour herself a cup of coffee, and sip on it - as she watched the Waitress Fawn over Jimmy.
"There goes that moniker again.....Jimmy The Saint. I should google that!" she thought.
After an additional minute or so, the two were finally alone again.
"I'm begging you...before anything else happens, your name please.
This way I at least know the name of who I'm giving all these apologies to"
Ginger burst into a quiet laughter for a moment, before suddenly reaching out across the table and placing her hands over his - grasping them tight enough to stop the fidgeting.
"Seems like we attracted interruptions, hmm? Or perhaps i should say we attract interrupters.
Anyways, my name is Ginger, Ginger Caggliano, and please - stop fidgeting with your hands.....i don't bite."
She'd smirk and take her hands off of Jimmys just as the waitress came back an asked for her order - which she gave to her.
Only after the waitress took Jimmys, would Ginger throw in;
"Oh, and please, put this entire meal on our familys tab. Mr. Massera has done quite enough for me already."
The woman seemed a bit taken a back at her request, but nodded her head and confirmed Gingers last name, before walking away.
"I know gents like to pay for us girls, out of kindness and what not, but you've already bought me a drink and pretended to be me my impromptu, i don't know, walking buddy?" Ginger giggled a bit, before continuing "So i don't mind paying for the meal, it's really no big deal."
Even as she talked, his name kept rolling around in her head. It appeared as if she was just as unfamiliar to him, and he was to her, which was actually a bit hilarious if one thought about it, since both were actually quite well known around the city - hell, the country in many regards.
"So, i'm curious." Ginger would begin, once their food was placed in front of them - which consisted of a gourmet cheese burger with more potato skins, for her. "What exactly do you do? I mean i've been in this stuffy little restaurant too many times to count, and i've never seen you in here once - yet Peggy, the waitress, knew you so easily....just like that bartender. And the moniker they both used, Jimmy The Saint.....you don't strike me as a religious man"
She'd smiled warmly at him after her attempt at a little joke, before biting her into her sandwich.
Sadly though, just as she did her cellphone began to ring.
"Ah, excuse me a sec!" she said as she chewed her food, with her hand covering her mouth.
She'd wipe her hands off with a napkin before digging through her bag for her phone. However, after pulling out the Red Samsung Galaxy Note, it was obvious it was her other phone - a white blackberry used solely for work or family emergencies - that was ringing.
"Shit" she mumbled, before finally pulling out the proper phone.
"Hello!?"
"GING! Where the hell are you!?? Dads losing his mind! I thought we all agreed we were going to stay in for the day!??"
Ginger sighed, as her sister Jenna voice rang out in her ear.
"Um no, you all decided that, i said no such thing. Besides - why the hell are you calling me on this phone Jenn, this isn't an Emergency.."
"The hell it's not! Where are you!!!?"
"I'm in Time Square, doing the hula with the Naked Cowboy."
"THIS ISN'T FUNNY!"
"Yes it is, you guys act like i'm four."
"No, YOU act like you're four. Now come home already, please."
There was a brief silence between the two, but Ginger could sense the mixture of worry and desperation in her sister voice, so she reluctantly agreed.
"Fine"
"Thank you, see ya when you get here."
"Yeah yeah, bye."
"Good b-"
She'd press the "End" button on her phone, before her sister could finish her short sentence.
Ginger then placed both phones back into her bag and waved the waitress over.
"I'll need a to-go box please." she said, and the waitress nodded her head promptly, before taking her food away.
"Seems like the interrupters have reared their ugly heads again." she said to Jimmy, with a soft smile on her face. "I'm starting to wonder if some entity is trying to keep us apart on purpose." she'd joked, before sliding out of the booth and brushing the front and back of her dress off with her hands.
"Here you go Ms. Caggliano" the waitress said, as she handed her a bag with her to-go box inside of it.
"Thanks." Ginger said, an away Peggy would go again.
Even though she said it as a joke, Ginger really did wonder if all the interruptions were some kind of sign. But after a few moments she brushed it off, and dug into her bag.......until she pulled out a card - which she then slid in front of Jimmy.
"So, voting's pretty important to me," she said with a laugh, as the GOTV card with "Vote" written all over it, was left in front of him on the table.
"but that's not the only reason i gave you that card. The number on the bottom is a good way to reach me. I don't always pick up my work phone, but i always check my messages in a rather timely fashion.
We never did finish our time at Spinellis.......so perhaps if there's a next time, we can."
She'd lean down, grab his hand, and shake it softly. "Its been a pleasure, my new walking buddy."
As she walked out of the restaurant and hailed a cab, there was a smile on her face a mile wide.
"Gracie Mansion" she said to the cabbie, as she slid on her glasses and then relaxed into her seat.
"What on Earth possessed me to give my number to a man i barely know? What if he's some reporter.....my father would kill me!" she thought, even though in the back of her mind she knew why she had acted so friendly towards this Jimmy Massera.
There was something intriguing about the man, something "off the beaten path" so to say.......which she wasn't use to. In her head she knew he wasn't a reporter, and something told her he wasn't popular for spreading the word of the lord, or feeding the homeless.......but even though every reasonable bone in her body would tell her not to return his call, she knew that if he did call, and invite her out somewhere......she'd likely go.