"You look amazing." Ramin told the shadowy silhouette of his date.
"Thank you." She smiled as she walked closer to him. Ramin held his arm out, with a bend at the elbow. She linked her arm with his, and followed where he lead her.
Ramin took her to a French restaurant. He opened the door, and Sierra saw darkness. She walked in, and Ramin had a candle in his hand. He guided her to his table.
"Why is it so dark?" Sierra asked Ramin. But he didn't answer. A waiter walked towards them with two menus in his hand.
"Bonjour! My name is Alexandre, and I'll be your waiter tonight. If there is anything you need just ask." The waiter told Ramin and Sierra with his French accent. He squatted lower than where he was standing, and he kissed Sierra on the hand. "Bonjour." He told her
"Hi." Sierra said and blushed. Then the waiter walked back to the kitchen.
"Hi!" Ramin said high pitched, mocking Sierra.
"Shut up!" Sierra teased. Sierra looked around to see the rest of the restaurant. She saw candles all around, and no other chairs. She saw on the wall, was a poster of Ramin and her, advertising Phantom. The waiter came out of a corner of darkness and carried some bread. It had a very sweet smell, and she observed it had rosemary sprinkled on top.
"Ramin," Sierra began, "I'm sorry." She gazed down at the ground, looking for sympathy from him.
"What for?" He asked in confusion
"I'm sorry for not making you like me." By now Ramin had a puzzled look on his face. "I saw the way you looked at me the first time you met me." Ramin looked at her, with his soft brown eyes. They met at a point and everything around them stopped.
"Sierra, no, I'm sorry. But you know, first impressions are always deceiving. Ramin told Sierra. "When I first saw you, I thought you were an amateur, but when I heard you sing Think of Me, I was amazed with the projection of your voice." Ramin confessed.
"Tonight we have a special soup and bread." The waiter notified. He served them the soup and bread.
“Sierra,” Ramin started. Sierra smiling thinking about what he would say. “I had a lovely evening.”
“I did too.” She agreed.
Ramin walked Sierra home, and he admired the beautiful apartments she lived in. He kissed her on the cheek, and nothing more. He said goodbye again, and when she was gone, he noticed he was alone. Completely alone. He didn’t like the feeling.
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First Impressions
FanfictionOnce upon a time, there were two people that were perfect for each other. More perfect than anything else in the world. As their love grew stronger, they wished to be together even more, but they know it couldn't be.
