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The golden lights highlighted his face as you look at him. Eyes shining, lips parted slightly at how handsome he looks. Your nerves somewhat faded as he held your hand in his, rubbing his thumb on the back of it.
'Don't be nervous love' he whispers.
You couldn't help but melt at his generosity. His eyes comforting yours as you push back strands of hair. This isn't exactly how you imagined the date to go. Firstly you didn't imagine a guy like him to be so caring, making this night even more comfortable. Most guys would run out. Too ashamed to be with some nervous wreck like you. Not moments later the waitress comes by with the bottle of expensive wine. Her heart eyes looking at the both of you.
'You guys make a really cute couple' she compliments, making both of you blush.
You look back at him as he looks back at you, smiling widely from what the waitress had just said.
'So what can I get you to order?' She asks.
Notepad and pen steady in her hands. He ushers you to go first. Eyes softly calming yours. You didn't even notice how nervous you were until you looked down at the menu again.
'Have whatever you want baby' he whispers from across the table.
'I'll have the salmon please' you tell the waitress.
She sends a 'great choice' smile before looking at him. He's also taking his time to ponder on his order.
'I'll the pizza fiorentina' he tells her.
She scribbles away, asking if there was anything else you wanted to order before collecting the menus and walking away. You're surprised to say the least at his choice of dish. But honestly impressed.
'Pizza, huh?' You question, chuckling slightly.
'What can I say. I'm a man of taste' he teases.
Soft jazz music is playing in the background and you close your eyes for a moment, taking in the beauty of it all. This in particular your favourite.
'Oh my. This piece is so beautiful' you whisper, finally looking back at him.
He seemed interested, yearning for more. His hand still resting on yours as he continues to massage the back of it.
'You like Jazz music?' He asks attentively.
'I do' you simply reply.
His eyes changed. Much more curious than before. Maybe he's never heard a woman say she likes Jazz before. You've always had a passion for that kind of stuff. Delving into different music genres and learning about the musicians.
'How come?' He asks, eyes perking up.
'Well...' You start.
'I must have been six or seven when I peeked through the doorway. My Dad on Sunday mornings loved his morning coffee and often would sit around the house lazily while listening to music. On that particular day, he took out his Miles Davis album and played it on his old record player. It was enchanting and beautiful and I've liked it since' you explain.
There was something in his posture. Like he seemed so devoted to listen to my back story. Like he finally found what he was searching for all along.
'Do you get along with your dad?' He asks but apologises for asking too many questions.
You shake my head slightly, letting him know it was ok.
'Always. He taught so many life lessons. Be passionate about something you love. Whether it's small things and always appreciate what is given' you smile remembering the time he said those words.
'But enough about me. Tell me Mr Styles...' you begin.
He leans back in his chair, eyes still looking softly at you.
'What do you do for a living?' You ask him.
He's taken by surprise. Usually every girl he dated knew about him, making it harder for him to find love.
'I'm an artist' he taps his hand on his glass slightly.
'Oh really?' Its your turn to perk up, interested in his back story.
The waitress comes over interrupting our conversation with our meals. You both thank before going back to the previous conversation.
'Yeah, mostly pop songs' he smiles.
He's so passionate about his work and you can tell. By the end of the night his feeding you some dessert as you do the same for him. It's cheesy but you love it.
'Can I have the bill please?' He asks the waitress.
The evening still young and lively. You don't want this night to end and neither does he. Hands in yours, you both make your way out of the restaurant. Your head leaning on his as you walk in a comfortable silence. This is perfect you think to yourself. But by end, he's walking you up the steps to your door. His jacket snug around you tightly.
'I really had a nice night' you whisper, eyes slightly tired.
He notices, placing his arm around your waist. His hands gently drawing shapes on your back.
'Me too' he replies.
In that moment you look up. One of his hand caressing your cheek as he leans in slowly. Breathing heavy, heart beating fast. It feels like an hour had past when in reality it's just seconds. His other hand holds the back of your head and his lips finally touches yours in a soft manner. His head tilts slightly just to adjust your lips perfectly on his. It's new and exciting. You melt to the kiss also tilting your head slightly before you both finally pull away.
'I really want to see you again' he whispers.
His nose nudges yours slightly until his lips holds yours again, craving more.
'Me too' you mumble through the kiss.
Once retrieving from your lips he makes his way down the dead end street.
'What about your jacket?' You ask, clutching it in your hand.
'Keep it' he smiles, taking one final look at you for the night.
That night you lie in bed. Hands pressed to your heart as you gush over him. Sleep might take a while but it's all worth it, holding onto that little peace of heaven.
