Eddie and Linda sat at a cozy corner table in the dimly lit Italian restaurant, a flickering candle casting a warm glow on their faces. The soft strains of a romantic melody played in the background, creating an ambiance of intimacy.
Linda's beige dress clung elegantly to her figure, accentuating her beauty. Her long, flowing hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her face with a touch of allure. Eddie couldn't help but steal admiring glances at her, his cheeks flushed with a mix of nervousness and infatuation.
The waitstaff, dressed in crisp white shirts and black aprons, moved gracefully among the tables. Eddie, trying to break the tension, leaned in with a teasing smile. "You look nervous, Linda?"
Linda raised an eyebrow and flashed a playful grin. "Do I?"
Linda pouted and pretended to be angry, "I thought you would say I look pretty."
Eddie managed to regain his composure, though his heart raced. "Of course, you look pretty. You always do."
