I shook his hand.
'Hello, sir.' I smiled.
'Please, call me Cain.' He headed back towards his seat. I glanced at Dieter, he smiled and patted the space next to him. I sat down and he put his arm around me and looked at the menu.
'How are you?' Cain said to me.
'Fine, thank you. How are you?' I asked.
'You don't have to speak like you just came out of a royal's arse, love. I get it's nerve racking but it's fine, honestly.' He picked up his menu.
'FATHER!' Dieter looked up. Mr Harris seemed less intimidating now. I laughed and relaxed my posture a bit.
'Ah! Is this the place that does the steak, son!' He dismissed the whole thing.
'Uh...no Pa, this is an Indian restaurant, that was a Thai restaurant.' Dieter shook his head a bit. Mr Harris tutted and stared patting his pockets.
'Where did I put my glasses!' He said in distress.
'Ah, you left them with me.' Dieter got the black rimmed glasses out his pocket.
'Ha! Thank you, son!' Mr Harris bellowed. Then the waitress came over.
'Hello, I'll be your server for today. Can I start you off with some drinks?' She kept stealing flirty glances at Dieter. He didn't notice but Mr Harris did. He gave her the most coldest, icey, discussed look I had ever seen.
'Could I have a beer, please.' Dieter said while scratching his neck.
'Of course, anything at all!' She was avoiding Mr Harris's stare.
'White wine, please.' I said. She nodded with no expression.
'Scotch, make it double.' Mr Harris said not loosing his gaze. She got out of there as soon as she could. Mr Harris looked over at me, smiled then winked. I giggled.
'What are you thinking of having?' Dieter turned to me.
'The curry, probably.' I scanned the menu. 'What about you?'
'Rogan Josh.' He said with such confidence. He was grinning. I laughed a bit.
'What about you Pa?' Dieter turned to his dad.
'Spiced pulled pork.' He was grinning as well. They made me laugh. The waitress arrived with our drinks.
'I have a beer, white wine and a scotch, double.' She placed down the drinks as she said them. She also put down a jug of ice cold water and three glasses. She poured me some water and Mr Harris some water and Dieter some water. When she put down the jug, she spilled Dieter's water all over his trousers, a little too staged.
'Oh my word!' She said. Dieter's arms went above his head in shock. The waitress whipped a towel from her apron pocket.
'I'm so sorry!' She spluttered.
'It's fine.' He said. Before anyone could say anything else, the waitress was mopping up the water with her towel. She was pressing the towel all over his legs. Dieter's arms went back above his head, his eyes went wide, eyebrows shot up and mouth was open. I raised an eyebrow and looked at her, she was grinning. Mr Harris nose was scrunched up, he was baring his teeth almost like a angry dog.
'Uhh...ok, thank you.' Dieter tried to take the towel off her. But she didn't budge, still patting his crotch. He had to swat her away with his hand to get her off. She scurried off. Dieter flicked the towel on the table.
'What the...?' He stuttered. 'Was I just assaulted.' He looked at the spilt water. I chuckled.
'You okay?' I asked. Then, Mr Harris started to laugh.
'You look like you've pissed yourself.' He said and laughed harder. I joined in.
'I'm glad this is amusing to you.' He said sarcastically, but trying not to laugh.
'Think about it, the girl just tried her shot with a guy who had a girlfriend and will probably loose her job, A+ for confidence though.' He chuckled. Dieter smiled and shook his head. I took a sip of my wine then used the towel to mop up the water on the table. Soon, a man came who I guessed was the manager.
'I am terribly sorry!' He clapped his hands together. 'All drinks on the house, for you.'
'Thank you.' Dieter ran his fingers through his hair.
'Are you ready for your food.' He pulled out a note pad.
'Yes!' Mr Harris hit his fist on the table. We ordered our food and the table was cleared.
'I need the loo.' Mr Harris said abruptly and swooshed off. I turned to Dieter.
'I've got to say, your dad is nothing like I expected.'
'Yeah, a lot of people say that. He actually had very mild autism.' He sipped his beer.
'Really?' I asked.
'His brain just works a little different from everyone else's.' He smiled.
'Callum has strong ADHD.' I told him.
'Really? That...that-' He starts to say.
'Explains a lot?' I chuckle. He smiles and nods. Our food gets served and we start to tuck in. Mr Harris comes out of the bathroom. He shrieks a little as he sees his food. He says nothing and just shoves food in his mouth.
'You alright, Pa?' Dieter asked. Mr Harris put his thumbs up and smiled, mouth full of food. Dieter giggled slightly. We spent the evening chatting and laughing. We were onto desserts. I had lemon drizzle cake, Cain had chocolate cake and Dieter had a raspberry sorbet.
'How's the pants?' Cain said.
'My underwear is soggy but the pants are fine.'
'I'll go pay.' Cain jumped up and went to the bar before anyone could object.
'He's lovely.' I smiled at him. Dieter was shuffling in discomfort a bit in his seat. I whispered in his ear.
'There's some of your underwear at my place.' I felt my self blush. He nodded.
'This is the most uncomfortable thing.' He kept shuffling about. When we were outside the restaurant Dieter told Cain he was coming back to mine. We hugged and went off. The last thing Cain said while walking off was,
'I'm too young to have grandbabies.' We both giggled but blushed at that one. When we got to the apartment, Dieter jumped straight into the shower. I had a good cuddle with Freya who then fell asleep. I layed on the bed on my phone. When Dieter came out of the bathroom, the white towel was loosely wrapped around his hips. Droplets of water were running down his body, glistening in the light. His hair was damp. This made him look somehow more attractive then he usually does. I looked at him eyes wide and biting my lip slightly. He chuckled. I don't know if it was the atmosphere or whatever but that chuckle was the most attractive chuckle ever. I slipped my phone on the bedside table and walked over to him, he was leaning on the wall scratching his foot. When I arrived at the wall he didn't hesitate to put his arms around my waist. My hands rested on his chest.
'Do you have any idea how good you look right now.' I told him.
'Not as nearly as good as you.' He chuckled again. Although the cheesyness of that last sentence was shocking, I couldn't not kiss him. When are lips met he did nothing but kiss me back. He grabbed my waist and spun me around on the spot. My back was leaning on the wall. One of Dieter's arms were on my waist and the other was stroking my thigh. His body was pushing mine harder against the wall. I tell you now, I did not mind that one bit. He lifted my leg up. I wrapped it around his waist and legs. His tongue found it's way onto mine. Dieter's towel started to fall. Neither of us did any thing to stop it. He started kissing my neck and chest. My fingers tightened in his hair and my nails digging into his back. When he kissed my lips again, he brought my other leg up and I wrapped around him. He was holding me in his arms and pressing me against the wall. His hand reached behind me and started tugging on the zip. His towel was discarded on the floor. As the zip got lower, the dress started to slip of my shoulders. Dieter was kissing me hard. My nails really digging into his back. The dress fell to my feet, I kicked it aside. He picked me up off the wall and walked me over to the bed. He dropped me down and kissed my mouth again. He started to take off my bra and underwear. I let him. His tongue reaching every part of my mouth. I pulled him closer, his arms wrapping around my bare body. He stopped kissing me and put his forehead on mine.
'I love you, so much.' He panted. I tightened my grip around his neck.
'I love you more.' Before I could say anything else, his lips plunged onto mine. He has never kissed me this hard before. His body hovered over mine, he intertwined his finger with mine. I smiled, then he smiled back.