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options on this menu to accommodate me.”
    “Oh, you’re vegetarian .”
    “Yep. It’s the best way for me to maintain my figure. I plan on modeling at least until I’m thirty-five.”
    “How old are you now, if you don’t mind me asking?”
    “I don’t mind at all. I’m twenty-five.”
    “So am I.”
    “Really?”
    “Yeah,” Dilvan said. “You say that like you’re surprised.”
    “Only because you have such distinct features...you look like you could be a few years older, which is a good thing for a man, by the way, but not a woman.”
    Dilvan nodded. “Do you drink wine?”
    “I do. I love wine.”
    “Okay. Perfect.”
    “Good evening folks,” the waitress said. “May I start you fine folks off with something to drink?”
    “Yes,” Dilvan spoke up. “Bring us a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon, please.”
    “Sure thing, and a re we having appetizers tonight?”
    “Yes,” Isabella said. “I’ll have the organic mixed greens.”
    “And I’ll have the crab cake.”
    “Excellent choices. I’ll be right back with your wine and two glasses.”
    When th e waitress walked away, Isabella said, “You’re adventurous, I see...ordering a bottle of wine before a shoot.”
    “I always have wine before a shoot...it helps to relax me, so when I’m being yelled at to look this way and look that way , I won’t have a complete meltdown.”
    Isabella gig gled. “I know what you mean. I’m looking forward to this one, though. I always wanted to shoot at the Santa Monica Pier.”
    “Me too.”
    The waitress came back with the wine, popped the cork on the bottle and poured them both a glass. After telling them that their appetizers were on the way, she walked off.
    “So what else do you do besides model?” he asked.
    “What do you mean?”
    “Well, I know you don’t work twenty-four-seven?”
    “No. In between shoots, I like to spend time with family. My sister has three little girls and I love spending time with them, especially since I don’t have children of my own. Actually, I don’t want children. I’m sorry, that was probably too much information. I tend to talk a lot when I’m nervous.”
    “Why are you nervous?”
    “I think you know why I’m nervous, Dilvan,” she responded, blushing.
    He wanted to smile, but refused. Instead, he said, “So no kids, huh?”
    “Nope. I like ‘em, but I can’t mess this body up with kids.”
    “Ah, I see.” And boy did she have a body , he thought. The downside of it all was Dilvan wanted kids...just not with Gabrielle.
    The waitress brought over their appetizers and after walking away again, Isabella asked, “What about you? You have little ones?”
    “No. I have one niece and one nephew, but I would like to have children of my own one day.”
    Isabella nodded.
    “My Mother supports many charities that help kids,” he added. “She is obsessed with doing charity work.”
    “ That’s wonderful. What organizations are she involved with?”
    “M ostly her own. She founded Padma’s Food House , which is a program that helps to provide food for kids during the summer months. It’s also the name of her restaurant where she welcomes people for free of charge.”
    “Free of charge?”
    Dilvan nodded. “Yep. The only thing she asks is that patrons leave a donation in a drop box on the way out. She doesn’t really care how much they leave, but people are so generous, you know. People who have more money, leave more...people who can’t afford to leave a lot only leave maybe a few dollars, but at the end of the day, everyone, no matter how much money they have, gets to experience delicious food. She hired some world class chefs for that place.”
    Isabella smiled big and covered her mouth.
    “What is it?” he asked her.
    “Don’t tell me Padma Alexander is your Mother.”
    A smile grew on his face. “Yes. As a matter of fact, she is.”
    Isabella’s eyes grew even bigger. “Really?”
    “Yep. Really.”
    “Man, it’s a small world. I