THE SEXY, SECRET LUNCH CLUB CHRONICLES II
Everyone’s been raving about it.
So, of course, you have to see it for yourself
and yes. The moment you step onto OCEANOS’ Mediterranean patio, you see. They weren’t exaggerating. This isn't just outdoor dining. This is a seaside escape without the TSA.
The air is laced with jasmine. Wisteria twisted above, roses cascading down archways like a scene from Call Me By Your Name. White linens dancing in the breeze, kissed by sunbeams and the faint sound of chilled champagne whispering in its bucket beside a mountain of seafood on ice.
And then...
It happened.
A flute of champagne arrives.
No note. Just a subtle nod, a slow lift of the glass…
You ask your waiter.
He offers two words
TABLE ELEVEN.
You look over and smiling back are ocean blue eyes. Flowing linen shirt. (Great hair!) and the glance of someone who knows they’ve just disrupted your day in the most delicious way.
Mystery. Served chilled.
Your Outlook calendar dings, reminding you of your 1:30 zoom call. Your inner voice (boss!) whispers not yet. and magically (as if you needed more tempting) — your server arrives with a
Colossal Shrimp Cocktail.
Chilled. Plump. Perfect. Tails curled, like they know exactly what kind of trouble this lunch is becoming.
You reach for your glass. take another sip.
From across the patio, they’re watching... and you don’t look away.
(can a patio actually cast a magical spell?)
Next up:
the Sesame Crusted Ahi Tuna Salad.
Pan-seared, glossy, laced in Thai chili and dripping with confidence.
Edible flirtation on a plate. And slightly dangerous.
Again, you glance. They smile.
You look away. Then back.
It’s delicious, this slow-burn game of glances.
And just as you’re convincing yourself to keep it classy,
the server sets down a cocktail you didn’t order…
“Midnight Manhattan.”
the drink that knows your secrets.
Sophisticated. Dangerous. A little too smooth. Like if a red dress had flavor.
You raise your glass to table 11.
They match you, sip for sip. eyes locked.
Now you’re not just flirting ...
you’re playing with fate.
And with the soft breeze and warm sun kissing your skin and the sweet scent of roses ...
this is the only place you have to be. Your phone buzzes. You silence it. Your conscience whispers.
You silence that too.
The server returns. “ dessert?”
You almost say no.
But instead, you sneak another glance at table 11 before responding
“maybe just… one more thing.”
Sure. You justify that you’re staying for the cheesecake. But you know. It’s for the mystery...The delicious, slow unfolding of possibility.
You leave. eventually...
with cheeks flushed, lips glossed, heart a little lighter.
You don’t know who that person was or... what that means.
But you know you’ll be back.
Because, once you’ve been on
OCEANOS’ MEDITERRANEAN PATIO
ordinary lunch will never be enough again.