<strong>Danielle Avena<br/>The Cliff House Bistro<br/>The Hunky Tristyn, Sana, Mayson and Michelle</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Danielle loved it when Tristyn unexpectedly joked about, but she adored the way that, without any warning whatsoever, he showed his affection in public. She wasn't ashamed of it and loved the attention occasionally. She let him nuzzle and kiss her neck, always finding the spot that would send her near the point of ecstasy. Much experimentation led Tristyn to finding the spot and Danielle couldn't help but moan. The moan would be loud sometimes, leading to awkward moments, but tonight she didn't care, for she was in the presence of friends and colleagues.<br/><br/>Danielle let go of Tristyn and sat back down in her seat, taking a larger gulp of water. The sound of a door opening directed her attention to the back door of the bistro. Danielle saw Michelle come through the back door to the terrace looking rather not herself. She knew her mood today wasn't because of delayed flights, but of something more personal outside the cabin. When Danielle met Michelle on a walk near Russian Hill where they lived, she was drawn to the happiness that emanated from the newlywed. Such happiness lifted Danielle's spirits and brought up the topic of marriage. Thinking about it then, she was very excited at the thought of Tristyn proposing to her in front of her friends and getting wed in a church surrounded by family, friends, Tristyn's grandmother and their neighbors around Russian Hill.<br/><br/>When she heard of the divorce, Danielle couldn't believe her ears. How could something so joyous as being married be cut short? She considered Michelle's career as a pilot to have a hand in the break-up, but if Mr. Simon truly loved Michelle, couldn't he overlook that one flaw? She loved Tristyn so much and was willing to overlook the fact that he'd be gone for months at a time. She related to Michelle's dilemma and immediately called her up and consoled her, but there was nothing anyone could do. The papers had been signed and what was done, was final.<br/><br/>Danielle wondered if her banshee expression had been too much or had gone too far to be just a joke. She didn't believe folklore or superstition all that much, though she had a family background that was bathed in it. Danielle had a feeling her impersonation of a banshee foretold the death of a marriage. Either Michelle's or her future marriage to Tristyn, which she thought much about these days, she wasn't sure. Michelle wasn't even wearing her ring, which told her there was no hope. It seemed a small portion of the joy she had up until this point had escaped her. She thought of the message on her phone. The one she mysteriously received about a month prior to tonight. Instinctively, she felt the hard device through her coat pocket, but dared not to take it out, for fear that it would ruin her mood even more.<br/><br/>Tristyn's voice snapped her back to reality and to avoid an awkward pose by herself, she reached for the glass of water and chugged the rest of the clear liquid, leaving only melt cubes of ice.<strong>"Can I get a refill, too, please,"</strong>she said to the waiter that took Tristyn's drink order. After Tristyn mentioned to her to get what she wanted, yet knowing that everything was going to be on his bill, she was concerned. She reached for the menus and looked thought them, minding the prices that were listed next to each dish. Finding many of the courses to be over $20, she looked for the cheapest dish, the Cliff House Bistro Burger, despite wanting the salmon dish at the top of the list. At least this dish has garlic fries, Danielle thought as she closed the menu and waited for the waiter to come back with Tristyn's drink and her refill.