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The old cook came trundling out from the kitchen her bulk matching that of her husband the maître d'. Her tired eyes found her husband leaning on the counter his double chin propped up by both of his folded hands, as his face bore a sappy grin as he stared outward at the tables in the arbor.
Her gaze followed his and her eyes lit up in shock at the sight of the couple seated together who were busy kissing each other's faces off. She turned in continued shock to her husband, "Marco! What did you put in my sauce?"
Marco came unglued from the counter and wiggled his bushy eyebrows at her before pulling her close, "Only the magic of love my pet. It goes something like this!" He finished as his lips smacked onto hers.
She giggled and pushed away smacking him on the butt and he responded in kind with a grin. Both of them then turned and leaned on the counter in companionship, as they watched the young couple lost to the world in each other arms continue to kiss.
The sight reminded the old couple of when they had been young and first in love with each other. Those had been good days and they enjoyed seeing someone else enjoy what they had and still did.