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91. Dinner.

Its a long walk to the restaurant part. We cross a small bride. A rare bird calls out somewhere and the scent of flowers still hangs in the air. There are so many little lights it shimmers at all sides. It nearly feels surreal.

We reach the restaurant. Beautiful wooden tables and chairs at set out in a huge place. The roof of glass and iron. 'Can I help you?' A man asks. He is wearing a tuxedo. 'Yes. I had a reservation for two.' Corpse says. 'Under What name?' The man asks as he flips trough a small book. Corpse gives his name. 'I see. Follow me please.' We follow the man and he stops at a table at the side.

'This is yours.' He says. 'Thank you.' Corpse and I say in unison. Corpse pulls out a chair for me to sit and then sits down in front of me. He smiles softly as he looks at the candle on the table. His facial features are illuminated perfectly. This whole evening has felt perfect so far. I haven't been this at ease in a long time. Corpse looks up and meets my gaze 'everything alright?' He asks. 'Yeah.' I say softly.
A waitress comes walking up. 'What can I get you to drink?' She says. 'Will a bottle of wine do?' He asks. 'Anything you'll like.' I say back. I don't know much about wine but I know he knows what he's doing. He orders something for us both.

He looks around himself and when he looks to his left he notices the flowers. He reaches out and carefully touches the leaves. He seems perfect. I'm the way he looks. The way he moves. The way he interacts with others. The way he talks. Someone comes up with two menus. We both open it and start to look at what they have. 'Salads.' Corpse mumbles. 'Are you going to munch on leaves?' I ask. He looks up from his menu and laughs softly to not disturb the other people here. 'You could just pick a flower. Nice and fresh.' I say. He wheezes. 'Would they just let me loose in here as option for a salad?' I chuckle 'perhaps.' A waitress brings two wine glasses and fills them before putting the bottle down between them. 'Oeh they have pastas.' I say when I notice it. 'You like pasta?' He asks. I nod as I keep reading. When I glance over the menu I see that Corpse is already looking at me. I raise my eyebrow and put down the menu, already knowing what I'm taking.

After dinner we walk back out. It's still raining hard, but the lightning and thunder has stopped. I cling to corpses arm as we walk under the umbrella. I hum and smile softly, feeling warm even in the cold outside air.

We arrive back at our apartment building. 'Thank you for tonight corpse. I loved it.' He smiles while I talk and takes my hand in his. 'I'm glad you enjoyed it.' He says.