Dinner

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Brad

"So here we are" I said as I helped her out of the car. She looked stunning in a short white summers dress and silver heels. I had told her to dress smart as the restaurant we were about to enter was top notch.

"Thank you for taking me here," she replied noticing the 'poshness' of the place.

"Anything for uou," I made a cheesy remark as we entered the doors of the restaurant.

"Do you have a reservation?" The maitre d questioned us as we walked towards the wooden podium that he was standing behind.

"Simpson" I gave him the answer which stimulated his finger to drag across the paper in front of him.

"Ah yes Mr Simpson, you table is ready. I will lead to straight table. Please follow me." he started to walk Becking me and cecilia to follow. I hoped she like it. We past groups of people on the oak tables with white cream carpets. Although we where walking in the slate tiled path. We approach the White double doors to the outside. I had payed a little extra to have the space cleared. He opened the door moving his arm up and cross his body to guide us through. It was perfect. Just how I wanted but cecilia would be the judge which I would have to await her verdict.

The huge baloney had one white metal table in the middle of it. The White marble on the floor was shinned and the barrier had paper lanterns on top. Around the sides was potted rose bushes and beautiful flowers.

I heard a "Wow" which had escaped cecilia's lips. We where guided to the table and helped into our chairs. The table had the minimal content with only plates, napkins, cutlery and a small tea light candle in a holder as a centre line.

"Will you did a somilier today sir," the maitre spoke making me break my gaze I had uptake with Cecilia.

"No thank you, I do t think we will be drinking today. may we have a drinks menus" I softly replied. I was driving and Cecilia well. Cecilia is not at her best when she is drunk.

He then placed two menus in front of us and then left us in peace.

Once he had gone, I decided to get her verdict which I was worried about.

"Do you like it?" I said shakerely as I was nervous it was not good enough. Her face went emotionless as she replied with a "no" I felt an instant dagger being slammed into me and turned.

In the split second of her saying it her face turned to a smile just as mine had fallen.

"I love it," she grinned making me take a couple more seconds to translate the phrases.

"You do, really. It isn't too much, it just..." she I interrupted me by saying how beautiful and lovely it looked.

" Order what ever you want. It's on me." I said knowing of the expensive prices. I saw her glance down at them too and then looked back at me in almost worry.

"It's rather expensive Brad. I don't want to make you spend too much. You have already bought me so much." Her hand came up to her neck where I had noticed the pearl necklace I bought for her laid. she looked so elegant with it in.

"Pick anything. I'm going to have the sirloin steak for mains." I replied picking one of the most expensive item on the menus with a£53 knock back.

"Ok then. Are we to have starters." she replied still in a worried tone. i nodded.

"Then I am ready to order." and with that we ordered our food and drinks.

The waiter returned with our drinks. He placed a diet coke for her and a full fat one for me. I took a sip and let the drink cool me down letting me relax a little bit.

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