Turner’s eyes widened when he heard Callyn’s beautiful voice. He stopped singing for a few seconds to watch Callyn in awe, and then he started singing again.
Callyn stopped singing when the music called for the singing to stop. She crescendoed into the ending phrases on the piano, slowing down a bit with every note in a ritardando, then decrescendoed the second half of the last phrase, then played the last chords softly.
She took her hands off the wooden piano. "I didn't know you knew that song," she said as she looked up at him. "You sing it very well."
Carlos called them to the front counter to come get their food. Callyn stood up from the bench and went to go get their trays.
"Oh, okay," Callyn said. She wasn't used to people offering her to do work for her or letting her choose. She sat down in a booth in about the middle of the wall.
Turner placed the food down on the table and sat down. “I’ve never been to a Mexican restaurant before, but I think it may be my most favorite type of restaurant.” He said.
"Good, it's mine too," Callyn said. "Here try some of this sauce. It's savory, almost like gravy, but it's not." She pushed her plate over to him. The reddish-brown sauce was pooled underneath and around the enchiladas.
Callyn held up her hand showing she didn't want his food. "I still have my other enchilada and the beans and rice to go through," she said. "And yes, I can cook well."
