against Robin’s cheek. “I thought that poor boy was never going to marry. Uh!” She exclaims pressing the palm of her hand against her chest. “It kept me up at night, I swear!”
Robin glances quickly over towards her boss as his mother pulls her in for another hug. She bites her bottom lip as she gazes into his unfocused eyes as he looks past them.
“I never did catch your name though, sweetheart.” His mother says, pulling away as she reaches down to hold her hand. “You know how busy he gets! Never has enough time to relay this sort of information to his dear old mom.”
“It-it’s Robin.” She says, pausing as she feels his mother begin to pull her away.
“What a beautiful name!” The woman exclaims, walking in the same way she came. “Come now.” She says, turning back to wave at her son. “We’re all just making our way to dinner. You must come and eat with us.”
“Mom, we should probably get up to our room first.” Kurtis says, following behind them closely. “It’s been a long day.”
“Nonsense.” She says, reaching over to grab his hand before beginning to pull on him, too. “It’s been years, Kurt, there are people who want to see you! You can wait to get settled until after we eat!”
“Of course, mom.” He says, smiling softly at her.
Robin watches, gazing back towards him as he looks forward, his eyes narrowing and his jaw tightening as they make their way towards the hotel restaurant. He catches her looking, his eyes quickly softening as he flashes her a quick, almost sad smile.
“Thanks.” He mouths, his voice silent as they enter the dimly lit restaurant.
Chapter 7
Robin sits back in her chair, her eyes closing as she slowly sighs out of her nose, the roasted lemon potatoes taking her to another place as she chews.
“It’s good?” Kurt whispers to her, his voice barely audible over his happily chatting family members surrounding them.
“The best thing I ever tasted.” She whispers back as she digs her fork into a piece of spicy baked chicken, the meat falling away from the bone with ease before she brings it up to her mouth.
“You’ll like that even better, I’m sure.” He says, smirking as he distractedly waves at his little cousin across the table. “No one comes here for the potatoes, but that chicken’s been on TV.”
She moans quietly, letting out an embarrassed giggle as the flavours dance around her tongue.
“That one’s my favorite, for sure.” She says, digging her fork in again before bringing the second bite up to her lips.
“I’m sorry.’ She hears coming from across the table. “I’ve forgotten your name.”
She looks up as she quickly chews the meat in her mouth, before swallowing.
“It’s Robin.” She says, reaching her hand across the table to shake.
The woman grasps her hand, holding it gently as they shake up and down.
“I’m Nicole.” The woman says as she pushes up her glasses. “I’m Kurt’s aunt, his mother’s sister.”
“It’s nice to meet you.” Robin says, reaching again for her fork.
“Speaking of meet.” The woman says, waving her hands in the air as she tries to hush the table. “I want to hear how you two met.”
“Oh…” Robin says as she reaches for her water glass. “It’s such a boring story.”
She takes a sip, glancing over to Kurt as he places down his fork.
“Work.” He says, breaking the silence. “We, uh, met at work.”
“Are you a consultant at his firm?” The man beside Kurt’s aunt asks as he wipes his cloth napkin over his mouth.
“No.” Robin says, shaking her head as she places down her glass before wiping her fingers, wet with condensation, against her pant legs. “I’m a secretary.”
“Oh!” Kurtis’s mother gasps, bringing her hand over her mouth. “Do you work for my son?”
“Mhm.” She nods, smiling