Unwritten Rules

Dinner Date

Sir Mike has asked me to dinner at a location far from our usual places—somewhere discreet where we won't be seen by other teachers or students from our school. 

The idea of a private dinner, away from prying eyes, feels both exciting and nerve-wracking.

Now, standing in front of my mirror, I'm struggling to choose the right outfit. I want to look my best, but also keep it appropriate for the occasion. 

My wardrobe is filled with a mix of casual and more formal clothes, and I'm torn between looking effortlessly chic and sophisticated.

I pull out a sleek, navy blue dress that falls just above my knees. It's elegant, but not overly formal. I pair it with a pair of black flats—comfortable but stylish. I consider adding a touch of jewelry, maybe a delicate necklace or small earrings, to complete the look.

After a moment of consideration, I glance at my reflection, feeling a bit more confident. The outfit feels right—simple yet elegant. It strikes the balance between casual and dressy, perfect for a private dinner with Sir Mike.

As I adjust my dress and check my hair one last time, I can't help but feel a flutter of anticipation. Tonight is not just about the dinner; it's about taking another step in our relationship, and I want to make sure I'm ready for whatever comes next.

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The beautiful view of Taal Volcano dawned on me as we arrived in Taal, Batangas. The landscape was dotted with tall churches, classy cafes, and restaurants that exuded an air of elegance and sophistication.

We settled in one of the restaurants, its ambiance perfect for our gathering. He insisted that the food was on him, and I couldn't help but feel a warm flutter in my chest.

While ordering, I found myself unable to look away from him. He looked effortlessly elegant in his grey long sleeve shirt, the fabric perfectly tailored to his frame. The navy blue vest he wore over it added a sophisticated contrast, enhancing his polished appearance. His glasses, with their sleek design, added a touch of luxury that elevated his whole look, making him appear even more distinguished. 

Every time he glanced up from the menu, his eyes met mine with a warmth that made my heart race. Every glance he threw my way carried a quiet confidence that left me utterly mesmerized.

After we finished ordering the food, Sir Mike turned to me with a soft gaze that seemed to hold the weight of a thousand unspoken words. His eyes, usually so commanding and authoritative, were now filled with a tender warmth that made my heart flutter uncontrollably.

For a moment, the bustling restaurant around us faded into a blur, and it felt like we were in our own little world. He reached out slightly, his hand lingering in the air between us as if waiting for my response. His voice, when he spoke, was barely above a whisper, carrying a note of vulnerability that was both unexpected and incredibly endearing.

"Would you mind if I held your hand?" he asked, the sincerity in his tone making my breath catch. The simple question felt like an invitation into something more intimate, a shared moment that was just ours amidst the clamor of the restaurant.

I looked at him, feeling a warm blush rise to my cheeks. "I wouldn't mind at all," I replied, my voice trembling slightly with a mix of excitement and shyness. "In fact, I'd really like that."

He smiled, a tender, reassuring smile that made my heart skip a beat. Gently, he reached out, his fingers brushing against mine. The touch was light, yet it held a promise of something deeper, a connection that seemed to transcend the noise and activity around us.