What It's Like Loving an Idiot

Ten || Unsuspected Assumptions

Sometimes, I believe that things between me and James will never get better; that he will always be out doing things behind my back. But, as I look before me, my mind is turned in a whole different direction.

I look back at James. "How did you?" I ask, stunned beyond belief.

He shrugs. "Magic." He smiles at me with a certain laziness.

In front of us is a table that is set for two, with two wine glasses set out in front of each plate. Now that I think about it, I can't remember the last time James took me out on a date. This is perfect. The sun is just starting to go down and it casts a shadow on the building we stand in. James grabs my hand and leads me to the table. I sit down at one end and he sits down at the other.

Before I can get a word in, a waiter comes up to us. What this looks like is that somebody set this table up deliberately in front of the big window. Almost like a spontaneous table. I look at James from across the table.

"How are we here?" I ask him.

He nods. "Yes, well, I booked a portion of this floor for a few hours and a catering service just for us."

I look at him and raise an eyebrow questionably. "Why did you do all this, James? It's a Monday afternoon, no special occasion. This is a regular day out and you do something like this out of the blue? It's weird. Did something happen? Are you going to tell me some sort of good news?"

He shakes his head. "Vena, can you tell me the last time I took you on a date?" he asks.

I shrug. "I can't remember."

"Exactly. So, that is why we are here. I wanted to take you on a date since it's been such a long time. Plus, this is good for us. We need to get out and do things more often instead of being stuck in our apartment all day."

I nod. "So, this is just regular date, nothing special is going to happen? You are not going to give me some unexpected surprising news that is going to knock me out of my seat?" I ask.

"Yes, this is regular date. We are going to eat and have a conversation and then we'll see after that," he tells me.

"Okay, okay, great. Then that means you are going to feed me, so where is that waiter?" I ask.

James shrugs, "He'll be back around, he probably just left us alone to talk for a moment."

I fold my arms over my chest and shiver a bit. Fuçking winter. I look out of the large window to my left. You can see so much from here. Every other building that I ever thought looked tall doesn't from this high view. Everything seems so barely-there. There are certainly people out there, but they are not visible, but they are there. For just a moment, as I look out at this beautiful view, I can forget about some people who exist and concentrate on the person who sits across from me with the baby blue eyes.

I look away from the window and at James, and when I thought he would be looking out of the window too, he wasn't. He was looking right at me without a care in the world.

"What?" I ask as he stares at me.

He shakes his head. "For what explicit nature would I give up the great pleasure of looking at you at any chance that may come my way?" He smiles at me.

I shake my head at him in ridicule. I chuckle, "You're ridiculous."

He gets this smile on his face that makes me just know that he's going to say something clever. "I just don't think that that is the case. Not a single thing about my affection for you can be considered ridiculous, for it is only a certain truth that cannot be identified as ridiculous. Don't you agree?" He raises an eyebrow at me.