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Disaster Dinner PART 2 - Olli

Plot: Amanda is arrived at Olli's apartment for their dinner, but nothing is ready! How will our bassist deal with it?

Olli's pov

"I'm so hungry! I did the morning shift and I'm really broken... How long till dinner's ready?" Amanda laughs, while sitting on her chair.

"A dozen minutes...." I lie, while I continue to massage the temples, nervous. I try to light with the lighter the candles that I have placed on the table, but I am so sweaty and agitated that the lighter slips from my hands and falls to the ground. I laugh nervously as Amanda looks at me slightly worried.

I open the refrigerator again, hoping that food has magically materialized, but my prayers have not been answered. I look around lost.

Amanda joins me, puts her hand on mine and gently asks me if I need any help. I don't need help, but a whole chicken and a new heart, because mine is about to explode soon! I turn around and find myself a few inches from her face. Her blue eyes seek me, they study every detail of my figure, while I try to look elsewhere, embarrassed.

"You burned our dinner, didn't you?" she says, in a sweet and calm tone.

"What?" I look at her puzzled, like she asked me something too quickly and I missed her speech.

"No problem" Amanda laughs again "We can cook something together... Let me see what's here..."

I remain silent, while she takes control of the situation, and opens the refrigerator, completely empty .Now she looks around disoriented, but still amused by the situation. I watch her open one by one the doors of my kitchen, looking for something edible that is not popcorn or mint candy. Amanda mumbles a couple of bumpy phrases, and she turns to me with her arms on her hips.

"How many weeks has it been since you've been shopping?"

"Not many... maybe from the Paleolithic or so..." I say, trying to remember the last time I actually did the shopping.

Amanda lets herself go with a little laugh, and my chest swells with pride, at the thought of having managed to make her laugh. My jokes are almost always bad, but she laughs every time, maybe for cuteness and kindness, but I don't care. I just need to see her radiant smile to feel good. I feel like I'm losing my breath, but I'm happy, like I've never been before. Amanda is the only person I know who can turn negative emotions into something extraordinarily positive, she would be able to see the bright side in anything, even during the worst of tragedies. Her positivity is contagious, and I would never want to get rid of this happiness, even though I might have to give it up later.

"Is everything okay?" she asks me, noticing I've darkened my face. I nod and smile, gently caressing her shoulders.

At the end we decide to order some take-out pizzas: we dine on the couch watching a comedy show, and sharing the pizzas. alternate moments when I laugh and joke with moments when I get sad thinking about how to declare myself and when to do it.

I try to melt drinking wine, but the muscles remain tense and stiff, despite continuing to fill my glass. I have never had so much anxiety in my life: I am afraid to say something wrong, to do something wrong, to choose the least appropriate moment, to suffer her rejection. My legs tremble at the thought of losing her and seeing her come out of my life forever.

Just as I'm trying to deliver the usual pre packed speech to break the ice, Amanda puts her glass on the coffee table and looks at me defiantly.

"How about we dance?" she proposes me, laughing.