Isaac
She has probably no idea the days I spent looking over her socials. The hours I endlessly gave away to note down everything I possibly could about the girl I’m on a date with.
But she doesn’t need to know that.
Don’t want her to think I’m some sort of a loser or creep who has nothing better to do with his life other than stalk- I mean observe the person they’re interested in.
I reach for the chair and pull it back for her like a gentleman where she allows herself to settle in. A faint smile appears on her rosy lips before she speaks. “Quite a fancy restaurant for a first date, don’t you think?”
I adjust in my seat before answering. “Hope it’s not too uncomfortable.”
Because it shouldn’t be. According to my notes, you enjoy a place much fancier than this.
A five star restaurant is nothing compared to the Michelin restaurants you’ve been to. We’re talking Paris, Italy, and New Zealand.
She looks around, taking in the view of the golden chandeliers peppered through the ceiling, the wooden exterior and the smell of different delicacies across the main kitchen.
“It’s nice. I don’t mind.” She smiles, her wavy brown hair cascades to the front as she looks down at her watch.
Do you hate this already? I mean looking at the time when we just got here is a clear sign that you can’t wait for this day to be over so you can head back to whatever place you find much more appealing than this. Than me.
Did I get this all wrong? What if she only visits fancy restaurants for the sake of the aesthetics and not the actual place or food?
Take it easy, Isaac. You got this. I’m probably the first person who paid this close attention to her likings and not be obvious about it.
We met at a mutual friend’s wedding for goodness sake. Or at least that’s the first time you noticed me and I played along.
Things only started looking up from there in my case. Exchanging numbers, texting every now and then.
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Isaac
“It’s crazy actually. The whole concept of the film was poorly written yet the actors made it bearable for me to complete the movie. Can’t say I hated it as much as I wanted to.” She talks about how she spent the weekend to watch the new movie. A thriller. If I remember correctly it was Friday night because on Saturday, you went to get your nails done at a nearby salon that’s only a few blocks away from your apartment.
Her dainty fingers wipe the corners of her mouth with a napkin after finishing the steak and lobster.
My wallet already begs me to save itself.
“Did you like what you ordered?” She asks me, tucking a piece of strand behind her left ear, revealing silver hoop earrings you bought from a jewellery shop in Manhattan.
“I did. Could use some salt though.” I keep up with her pace, not sure how to exactly describe the pasta which is left half eaten on my plate.
“Well, it’s hard to come by an authentic pasta dish even in a fancy restaurant such as this. And this is coming from a half Italian herself.” Her dark brown eyes narrow down at my plate and then to me with a sideways grin for barely a second and I notice you have a hard time maintaining eye contact.
You didn’t need to tell me that information but you did anyway. You’re expressive but there’s a mystery to you. Which makes me want to get close to you. It’s easier said than done but I think I’m making progress.
The waiter comes back, taking our leftovers, leaving the dessert menu on our table. Her eyes grow slightly wide as I hand her to choose. But I know what you’ll pick anyway.
“Wow, lots of options.” Her smile doesn’t leave her face as she scans the writing.
She bites the corner of her lip before spelling out her favourite dessert before the waiter comes back.
Baked blueberry cheesecake.
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