"I have to confess something," Mary uttered as she wiped her mouth with a tablecloth. Mary and Anton went to an Italian restaurant after touring the art gallery.
"Mary, don't say things like that, you make me nervous."
"You worry too much. As I was saying, I must confess that this is the best date that I ever had," and it was true. Mary had several relationships in the past but no dates like this.
"And why is that?" Anton couldn't believe that an attractive woman like Mary would not have good experience in dating at all.
"Because the men that I dated just wanted to get into my pants, and not really date me," Anton paused midway in eating his food and stared at her.
"I don't really have good experience with men. So I am hoping that it will be good with you. Well, today is great already so what's next?" Mary then gave out her widest smile to Anton like a child asking for her mother to buy her a toy.
