Deep Regression

Tell me something only we'd know

Peter's View:

She seemed very nervous and unsure of herself as I continued to lead her through the crowd.
"We're almost there." I assure her.
"We better be." She mutters.
Same old same old.
The coffee sign hangs lowly and I recognize it from a block away.
Faster I walk until we're at the glass door. My hand grips around the silver metal and holds it open for her.
"Thanks." She slyly says.
"Your very welcome."
The place is quiet as usual, that's why I go here. Peace.
"Hey Peter, the usual?" Bobby from behind the counter asks.
"Ya, that sounds fine."
"And I'll have-" She begins but I already know.
"She'll have a mocha cappuccino with a chocolate chip muffin on the side."
Her astonishment clear across her face. I smirk as she seems dumbfounded.
My feet guide to a table overlooking outside. Beautiful, absolutely gorgeous.
Sel takes a seat from across me and we wait patiently for our drinks.
"How do you know what I like?" Her voice curious.
"I'm your fiancé, I know just about everything when it comes to you."
"Really?" She leans back and crosses her arms.
"Yes, really." I mimic her movement.
"Okay, then tell me everything you know about me." Her smile in her deep eyes.
"Well for starters, you like the color blue and white and black. Your fitness session consists of a high run in the park to the end gate and then punching bag for an hour. You are Twenty two and still love to eat ice cream out of the box. You...-"
"Come on, everybody does those things. Tell me something only we'd know..." Her eyes holding back the fear of me knowing.
"I know that you used to blame yourself for you family's death..."
She didn't respond and she seemed a little shocked that I knew that.
"I know that when your cold your toes curl. When your happy those dimples show like crazy! When your heart broken you close yourself off from the rest of the world. I know what your likes and dislikes are."
"Something harder than any of those." She challenges with flashing eyes.
"Hmmm," I suck I'm my bottom lip and notice her eyes swiftly concentrate on them, "When we first made love...I know that you felt that we were more than just a couple or fiancés. You used sex to take the pain of your parents death away. I know that you'll find your way back to me."
"Pete, how can you possibly know that?" She gasps.
I smile widely at my nickname she used, "I have faith, and I can see the recognition in your eyes."
I look up from my cup being placed on the table in front of me to her dazzling eyes. Feeling myself get lost in them.
"Hmm, well I don't know much about that, but it's not enough." Her voice breaks through.
Not enough?
"What do you mean?" I take a sip with scrunched eyebrows.
"Peter, I need photo evidence, I need to see my happiness."
"Okay, Okay, how about...Tonight...I'll cook dinner at my house and you can come over. There will be pictures, videos, and great tasting food. What do you think?"
Please, please agree!
"Great tasting food huh?" She smirks.
That's Selena in there.