Our waiter leads us to the provided table. It has a nice size, perfect for two people and enough room for eating. He pulls the chair back, so I can sit down, a born gentleman, I see. Normally, I don´t like the old fashion, but in this way I think it´s tolerable. The waiter hands us the Drinks and the Menu.
As I look at the drinks, I had the plan to take a plain water, medium. But Oliver persuades me to think differently. "What do you think of red wine, for short Silvia anno 1979? It has a fresh, fruity taste, quite suitable for a young woman." If he does compliments me further, I don´t know how I should handle these situations, I can´t react to such good things. I´m like an elephant in a porcelain shop.
We make the orders for our drinks, it´s a glass of red wine and a simple glass of water for me and the same for Oliver. Usually, I don´t take any alcohol to me, I don´t like this crazy good feeling afterwards, it´s not my way to express my character, to say it in nice formulated words. "What do you want to order from the menu?" "I´m looking", is my answer. What should I take? I tried many meals after the business sessions, but now I´m sitting here again. Should I try something different or should I stay by the dishes I know? Questions about questions. It´s a hard decision.
"I think, I take the fish with seafood, it sounds good." He nods. "Yes, it really tastes good, but I take the beef with the red wine sauce and a few noodles, noodles go over everything." I smile. "Yeah noodles are real all-rounder. You can eat them with everything", confirming his assumption. "I see; a noodle fan is sitting here with me." His eyes are looking into mine. They are a light grey, if I wouldn´t know him for a short amount of time, I would describe him as a cold and calculating person. Maybe, that's the cause for his success, his serious looking outside, in itself he has always been very obliging to me.
"Your drinks. Your meals are soon ready to serve", our waiter informs us. "Thanks", I say, the waiter smiles at us and proceeds in his work. "You are too nice for the world, Wanda." He states his opinion. "Why?", I do ask. I always try to be nice, because other people deserve politeness, too. Shouldn´t you be polite to other people? That´s my inner attitude.
"You are really a sunny person, working hard, taking in your part and having a wonderful character. You are a very trustworthy woman. A woman, a man should honour every minute of his life." Oh my god, what´s that? He comes nearer and nearer, in a psychic way, of course. What can I do against it? I don´t like a person, better a man so near to me. It´s a comical feeling, I doesn´t know of. It´s strange. A good, but also a strange feeling. I can´t put my words exactly to describe it.
"Thanks", is the only word I answer him again. To uneasy is this feeling in my stomach. "Why are you so kind to me? You compliment me by every chance you get. That´s not normal, for sure. I mean, we do know each other for a few months, it´s not a long period of time, but in your presence I get a pretty good feeling." Oh, I said it out loud. Now, he thinks I´m strange rather than him, of course!
"Such a sweetheart. I like it, when the colour of your cheeks deepens in a full red, like your lips." Okay, why does he comes nearer and nearer, this time in a physic way? Oh no, does he wants to kiss me? He takes me under my shoulders and pulls me on my two feet. I´m only standing because he holds me in a death grip. In some way, I like it.
His lips are meeting mine. I expected firework burning the dinner, but it´s only my heart that's burning like a volcano. His hands above the small of my back are pressing me nearer to him and in that case, nearer to the table. Before the table falls, I push him back and sit down. I don´t want to look around, I can feel the preying eyes on us. I hope, no journalists have been taking photos. The dangerous warning isn´t out of my head, not even after our blooming kiss. My lips are swollen, I feel every sensation he left on them, my pulse explodes in them. To supress this feeling, I suck a little bit on them, so they are getting wet, maybe this helps the situation.
"Your dinner is ready to serve. You are ready?", our waiter looks at us. As I look up, I see him smile, presumably about the situation itself. "Yes, we are ready", I declare for us both.
Now, I get my fishmeal and Oliver his beef. It looks very good, right to dig in. I can´t wait for Oliver, so the fork is in my hand, even before Oliver looks at his dinner. In these ways, I´m faster than a champion himself, to be a little a show-off.
The first bite is a pure salvation, my shoulders are sinking down and a little sigh left my mouth, before I put a hand in front of my mouth. He only shots me a grin. "If you sigh for food with so many emotions, I can only guess, what you do in your love life", he laughs. He thinks it´s funny, I laugh with him, but in the background little doubts arises. I mean, I never did anything in my so called love life, I didn´t have the urge to do it, even if I was aroused in some way, a vibrator is a girl's best friend. So, why not use it?
"Talking of love life, what do you like the most?" My fork is crashing the plate.