An Impossible Choice

Perfect Date

 Pic of Christ on the side

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I was floating on cloud nine. Christ had bought out an Italian restaurant only for the two of us to be served. The place was magnificent it was very sophisticatedly decorated. The walls were out of rock with beautiful paintings hanging and red carpet. We were taken to the far corner of the restaurant where there was a spacious room with glass walls so the night view of the city could be seen. It had taken a few hours drive to get to the city but it was worth it.  The table cover was white, simple yet elegant. The place was lid with candle light and there were rose pedals spread on the floor around us and on the table. There had also been a path leading up to the table. I wanted to cry the minute my eyes landed on the carnations adoring a glass vase; pink, white, and red.

“How did you know?” I ask taking one and breathing in deeply. I could still smell it from a distance because of my sensitive nose but I wanted to be absorbed in the sent. Christ pulled my chair out and I sat on it and then he helped me scoot closer in to the table before sitting across from me. He had been quite the gentlemen all night opening doors and complimenting me.

“I just know” Christ says extending his hand and squeezing my own. He looked so elegant in a suit I could hardly believe my eyes. I thought for sure we would come with casual cloths but I was surprise when we stopped at a shop. Christ wore a dark gray suit with a matching tie that brought out his bright blue. His hair was light brown and pulled over to a side and he was clean shaven which made him look slightly younger.

“They are beautiful Christ…” I say with a soft sigh and lean over to give him a kiss. He leaned forward and we meet in the middle; the kiss was short and sweet.

“You look stunning” he says for the 5th time. I did look pretty good if I said so my self. I was wearing a white layered dress that went down to my knee with ruffles at the end. I loved it because it felt right. My hair was up in a cute bun with my bangs down in the front. My clutch was black and white and my heels were black.

“Thank you” I whisper softly I was about to comment on his looks again when the waiter came in and smiled kindly at us. The whole staff was still here and all standing in the kitchen just waiting to serve us. It made me feel a little weird to be the only one here but I didn’t care I liked it. The other tables and chairs had all been cleared out so it almost felt like this restaurant was just here for the two of us.

“I have your meals” he says putting down a plate in front of me “Stuffed Chicken Marsala for the lady and Steak Gorgonzola-Alfredo for you sir.”