"Welcome to Nawlins baby", a plump-sized chocolate woman with a vibrant smile and hypnotic gray eyes greeted Eryx and me as we walked the corridor of the famous French quarters as she stood at the door of a tarot card reading shop, Remi's. I was far from afraid of psychics, mediums, or individuals who specialized in hoodoo and voodoo rituals from our ancestors. If anything I had nothing but respect for people within our community who worked to preserve the spiritual and holistic traditions our ancestors practiced for many generations. For quite a peculiar reason, the woman stares at me, not in an intimidating or strange manner, but one of curiosity.

"Do you want to get a tarot reading Cherie", Eryx asks me, startling me as I break eye contact with the gray-eyed woman before placing my hand over my rapidly beating heart. "Umm, I do not know". Eryx shakes his head as he glances across the street at the woman as she waves to him. "Nonsense, you and the woman have some sort of telepathic connection that maybe you need to decipher what that is all about". This first time that I am taking notice of the fact that Eryx might be indeed intuitive. "I did not take you for the type who even found interest in psychics".

Eryx takes hold of my hand in his as he looks both ways before we both stride across the street. "You are indeed correct, but anytime I take notice of anything that my lady takes interest in, then I will not hesitate to give you what your heart truly desires". I bite the corners of my mouth as I can feel myself blushing at Eryx's compliment. "Aren't you two a gorgeous couple, good to see you Mr and Mrs. Vallea", the plump woman greets me and Eryx taking us both by immediate surprise being that we never offered her our names. The woman takes notice of our reaction, "Do not be afraid, it's not every day you see one of few black mafia couples walking down the streets of the French Quarter". She then motions for us to follow her inside of her tarot card shop. We are instantly greeted with earthy scents of moss, rosemary, and thyme. There are bookshelves filled with candles and various types of crystals I am sure that are used for various healing properties.

There is a small wooden table in the corner with tarot cards sitting in the middle of it. Eryx pulls open the wooden chair motioning for me to take a seat as he sits next to me, as the woman smiles at the both of us before she begins to make revelations about me and Eryx. "You two are fated mates I see, you both come from different backgrounds".

She then looks over at me with raised eyebrows, "Why have you been hiding your heart away from this man, you are afraid he is going to stomp on it". I begin to feel the need to scratch my wrist, something that only happens when I get uncomfortable or cannot find a way to fathom my thoughts and opinions verbally.

Eryx then takes hold of my left hand as I feel goosebumps begin to form on my skin. "I think she is afraid I will hurt her, but I plan to only correct my wrongdoing and vow to make her fall more in love with than the love that was curated 10 years prior". Eryx then takes hold of my hand he is covering with his own he pulls it toward his face before placing a chaste kiss on top of it as he stares intensely into my eyes.

"Are you ready for me to give your tarot reading", the woman says moments later. I break eye contact with Eryx as I nod my head. "Yes of course". The woman then begins shuffling the cards in her hands. Before she places 10 cards on the table. I am not sure what exactly I am looking at and each of the colorful cards showcases various elements of Eryx and I's relationship.

"You two are twin flames. You mirror each other's energy. You tend to clash in some moments, but your love is filled with many passionate moments". Eryx then kisses my left cheek. "I told you, Cherie, you were it for me the moment I laid eyes on you".

The woman then continues, "You need to correct wrongs of the past young man, you have many people who are after you as well as your wife I see from the cards". Eryx then gets up from his seat, "Who the fuck is after my wife, I will create the biggest blood bath anyone has ever seen if they try to touch Cherie". Eryx has a fiery look in his eyes. The older woman shakes his head, "You know better than I the enemies that you have. You need to do some soul-search within the answers you seek or not far away". I then manage to pull Eryx's hand, urging him to sit back down. "We will figure out who is after you, Eryx just please calm down. We did not come here for you to go on a rampage, we came here so we can get some food". The woman then places the cards back in the deck, "I know the perfect small, quaint place, you two would love. It is not expensive, but you will love it". Eryx opens his mouth to decline, but I speak up instead. "Tell us more about this Ms.". The woman then looks at me with a smile, "Gloria. Yes, Ms. Gloria tells us more about this place".

Twenty minutes later

A symphony of sensory delights filled my nostrils with the spicy aromas of Cajun and Creole food stirring my stomach to growl as I waited in my seat in a dimly light room filled with black wooden square tables as sounds of jazz welcomed my eardrums as heard the melodic sounds of the ambiance of New Orleans. A moment later, our waiter puts down a plate of boudin balls, small cups of gumbo with white rice, and crawfish remoulade. My mouth begins to water as I look at the plates of appetizers sitting in front of me before I grab hold of my white napkin and place it over my lap. I glance across the table and frown when I notice that Eryx has made a move to grab one of the appetizers sitting on the table.

"Are you going to eat anything". Eryx is holding a shot of Bourbon in his hand, "I wasn't planning on eating anything being I do not have much of an appetite". I shake my head defiantly. "Nonsense, you are not going to sit and drink the entire night away. You need to eat". I think pick up a spoon and place a small portion of gumbo and rice on it as hold out my hand for Eryx to take it.

"The only way I'm eating Cherie is if you are sitting on my lap and feeding it to me". My cheeks turn red as I try to pull back my hand with the spoon, but Eryx stops me.

"Don't get bashful now, we are my spirited queen now". I bite the corners of my lips before I sigh deeply. "Fine you win, let go of my hand, so I can get up from my seat". Eryx lets go of my hand as I pull myself out of my seat. I then walk to the other side of the table where Eryx is sitting before I realize what is happening, Eryx pulls me in his lap, and I cross my legs as he scoots his chair up. He then places his hand on the small of my back.

My back suddenly grows stiff, "Cherie, did you change your mind, I can always just go back to nursing on this shot of Bourbon I have". I take matters into my own hands and snatch the shot glass from his hands before I chug down the Bourbon as the dark liquor slides down my throat with ease. It is strong, but I manage to keep my composure as the effect within my body as I taste hints of cinnamon and vanilla, creating a smoky but sweet aftertaste. "This night I will be a little more interested than I expected, now feed so we can go to sleep. I do not know about you but I am bone tired". I then pick up a boudin ball and feed it to Eryx. His tongue touches the index of my finger.

"Damn this shit is so good", I watch as he licks his lips causing my pussy to thump. I reach for a cup of gumbo, but Eryx places his hand over mine as he looks at me.

"Allow me", he says before he takes hold of the spoon in my hands before he proceeds to feed me one of my favorite Cajun dishes. He does not break eye contact as he watches me moan about how delicious and flavorful the gumbo is. "I never get enough of eating good food. This is what I would never grow tired of". Eryx then responds, "Then I will never grow tired of making sure you have many more moments like this Cherie".



So to respect the culture and traditions of New Orleans, I decided to incorporate fictional elements just so I would not disrespect any native of this vibrant and beautiful city. I am writing a fiction story, so it only makes sense for me to keep up what creating fictional elements.

This scene was intentionally created to showcase how far Eryx is willing to go to show how much he loves Verena. He literally will give her anything. I guess you can say this was date night. I'm not sure if Verena made a date, but I think it was a date.