She's Fancy

Flash Fiction about Ceasar Dressing

Samantha licked the wine from her lips, reminiscing its bold fruity flavor. Still holding the slender flute in her hand, she brought the glass back to her mouth. The waiter arrived mid sip with a rolling tray.

“I’m here with your salad. It is the custom that we prepare the dressing tableside.” The waiter looked at the empty chair opposite of her and frow…