Lowcountry Style

The next Friday, Elizabeth got dolled up again. Douglas was working late, as usual, so it was just her and Antoine tonight.

He lit the candles on the dining room table. He was dressed in his chef's jacket, that he'd had at his old restaurant. Elizabeth was dressed to the nines, like last time. They started with some shecrab soup.

"Mmm, this is delicious Antoine," Elizabeth said.

"Thank you, Elizabeth. It was my mother's recipe." Elizabeth smiled warmly at her Bull.

"Well, she knew her way around the kitchen. So where do you see yourself in five years?" Elizabeth looked at Antoine while she sipped the bisque.

"Hmm. I'd love my own set of restaurants. Antoine's Seafood. Antoine's Chophouse. Antoine's Carolina Barbecue. I just need capital. I need breathing room. I need the right ... support," he said, looking Elizabeth up and down. She blushed. "It's been a hard last five years. My ex-wife wasn't supportive. She just dragged me down. I've been dragged down my entire fucking life. I remember as a kid, looking on the other side of the railroad tracks. Just wishing I could trade places with one of those uppity crackers. Just one. And look at us now."