All in all, the tip of the iceberg was incredibly simple. In the company they wandered were plenty of polite.
The scorching hot sun was wide awake when Sharmaine and Denzel had stepped out of the company building. The sudden waft of hot air that sucked them in was overwhelming, especially to Denzel as he wore layers of thick clothing, however, he showed of signs of discomfort; frankly he was rather happy that it was such a bright day out. The skies were blue, the clouds were puffy and the gentle hot winds were somewhat comforting.
As he gazed toward her lovely eyes, he felt his heart thump. It was a strange yet wonderful feeling. Had he been to busy for work, he wouldn't have had met Sharmaine. Partially, his idea of taking Sharmaine in as his 'underling'—the mere fact that he had to take care of her—was nerve-wracking.
He hated responsibilities, however, with Sharmaine, he felt as though he was a child not doing his homework.
Before he even knew it, they had arrived at a nearby restaurant. The chilling air from the inside was inviting; the place felt pleasing to looks at, and the aromas of different food were perceived by their nostrils. The female and young-looking staff wearing black and red welcomed them inside.
"Table for two please," said Sharmaine. They were eventually guided to a private room, where they can talk peacefully with no distractions—just him and Sharmaine. The thought sounded romantic and cheesy, but whenever his mind wanders aimlessly, he suddenly just realized that he had not had a single woman intimately by his side.
The young servant, very Asian-like and gentle in features, entertained them for a bit before leaving the table. She must've been some sort of part-timer, Denzel thought though he doubted it. The private chamber looked decent when he looked around; the room was not too spacious nor too cramped, the tables looked clean and brand-new, and the lighting was neither bright nor dim.
As they sat down on the floor, patiently waiting for the food, Denzel noticed Sharmaine's stare. It was not a dreamy stare; it was very much like a blank face.
"Is there something on my face?" he asked; Sharmaine denied though there was an obvious flush covering her face.
She breathed out heavily. "Well, it's not what you think. I-I just thought that… I mean I just remembered something." Nervousness thickened her words as she started creating weird, squeaking noises, which made Denzel laugh.
He thought that she was a very interesting figure, which also initiated another off-business conversational topic until the piping hot food arrived. Though no one can beat the old nanny's meals, Sharmaine thought that the food was very reasonably priced and delicious. She could just let herself be free once again, but she wanted to look nicer in front of Denzel. It just somehow felt appropriate due to the barrier she created. Whether he was a part of her burry past or not, her feelings today might've risen—not sure why.