Lila
I was in the restaurant waiting for Alex to meet me there.
The restaurant was one of those cozy in the place, dimly lit places that felt both intimate and public at the moment.
A violinist played soft music in the corner, and the clink of glasses and murmured conversations created a comfortable hum. It should have been perfect. I sat down on the couch.
Alex sat down across from me, leaning forward slightly, his smile easy and warm.
His cologne carried a faint, woodsy scent, and every so often, he would say something funny enough to make me laugh.
He was everything I thought I wanted at this moment.
But some came up.
I couldn't put my finger on it the first time. He was curious, asking me about my day, and my work.
"Please, can you tell me what you normally do, and what you used to do in your days?"
I gaze at him, pretending that I am searching for the answer.
