HER

𝙁𝙇𝙊𝙒𝙀𝙍𝙎 𝙊𝙁 𝙇𝙄𝙀𝙎

A three-man group goes to our table; the first man has wine, the second man has the menu, and the third person has a white bouquet, and he goes to the third person and brings it to me.

"Flowers for you, Carla." With his voice calling my name, it sounds so good. I've never liked my name before, and when I look at the flower I'm holding at my slit white dress, I smile to the side, and in my thoughts, "so innocent," I look at him and direct to the point to tell him.

"I like you, Simon." I look at his reaction, and he is shocked. He is about to drink the wine that he offers for the both of us, and he stops and looks me seriously in the eyes.

With no hesitation, I said, "I want you to be my boyfriend right now." I'm impatient, and I look desperate, but I don't care.

He looked at me closer than he had before and looked directly into my eyes with a small smile. "Are you serious about that, Carla?"

My forehead and my eyebrow meet in the middle. I don't like repeating myself, and I don't like being like this.

Yes! Are you deaf or something?" I know he is shocked by how I acted.

He chuckled, "Let's have a deal," which got my attention. I like games and this kind of thing, and I could sense that he knew that it interested me.

"I will court you every day. I know you are not serious about this, Carla. I'm not stupid to not know that." He looks serious. Oh, I forgot, this is Simon.

"What's the purpose of that if you can have me right now?" I roll my eyes.

"Because you interest me, baby girl." He huskily chuckled, "And you are not for something like that; look at yourself; you are not for something to play and date; you are for something more than that, and you really shocked me with this side of yours, and I will love every piece of it. Let me remind you that you deserve the world, or should I say the whole galaxy, and I will make you feel every piece of that.

I'm speechless. This man is not for play, and that excites me more. Let's see if you like the other side of Carla.

"You are insane." I cross my arms, and he smiles.

"Yes, and I would prove it to you," he said seriously.

We ate, and I was about to get up, and he said, "It's late, let me drive you home." There's nothing wrong; I just used to be independent, and this man is like a flower; it is beautiful, but if I don't take care of it and  it will be rotten, I shake my head, and he offers his hand to me. I smile and look at him, who is already looking at me, and he opens the door, and we have a great night together.