Emre had been waiting for almost half an hour. He had made a reservation on a fine restaurant for you, and he was starting to grow impatient.
Stomping his feet, he looked at the clock on his wrist. With the Istanbul's traffic, you were sure going to be late for the reservation.
His eyes moved from the cellphone screen as he heard someone walking through the door.
Suddenly, all the time waiting didn't matter any more as Emre saw you walking to him with your red dress.
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There was a smile on his lips as you approached him.
"Hi.", you said shyly.
Emre didn't even try to be discreet as he looked at you up and down.
"Am I not dress fancy enough to the restaurant?", you worried.
"No, no.", Emre assured you and holds your hand. "In fact, you may end up making some guys jealous of me."
You laugh as he tells you that. Emre was just being too exaggerated. Sure, the dress looked good on you, but you were never the center of attentions in any moment of your adult life.
As you were driving to the restaurant, Emre turned the radio on to some music. You singed a little to some of your favorite tunes, and Emre smiled.
"You have been quiet.", you notice, as he starts to park near the restaurant.
"Just thinking.", he says, handle the car.
"About work?"
"No. Work is the least thing on my mind now.", he says, and finishes parking the vehicle. "You don't mind me being completely honest?", Emre says, looking into your eyes.
You shake your head.
"Tell me."
There is a small smile on his lips as he spokes:
"I'm just trying to be on my best behavior, honey, when all I can think about is taking your red dress off."
