WADE
When she asked me if Levi had put me up to this as far as helping me out with the idea, to be honest, it was Google that really helped me, not Levi. But it seems I got lucky though, seeing as to how she just told me it's one of her 'dream dates' that she's always wanted. Which I'm sure she didn't mean to confess but am glad she did.
After taking a seat across from each other, the waiter had brought over some wine and poured a glass for her and I then left the bottle before walking over towards where the chef was at, still cooking our meal.
"Okay, you had to have gotten help from Levi or at least Neil." She says as she looks at the wine bottle. "Because THIS is my favorite wine."
"Well, as far as the food and wine tonight, yes, I had asked them both for advice in what you liked. I promise though that everything else is aaallll me." I smirk and wink at her.
She looks at me as if she still doesn't believe me entirely but then soon seems to just let it go.
For dinner, I had flown in one of my favorite chefs who also happens to be a well known/famous one, to prepare us a great steak dinner that paired well with our food of course.
Throughout the dinner, we talked a little bit (I did take my time as I normally do while eating) and overall having what I felt at least was a great time thus far. I mean, I have NEVER done anything like this before. She seemed to be enjoying herself also as I noticed her smile and laugh a little more than she has so far since we've been here on the island.
When we finished dinner and dessert which was a delicious chocolate silk mousse pie with chocolate curls on top, I took her hand again and entwined our fingers as we began walking alongside the shoreline, still barefoot and while getting both sand on our feet and them getting wet from the water as it came rolling up on shore towards us.
The sunset was beautiful and perfect but the sky tonight, all the stars were spread out covering the sky with it's light as they surrounded the moon which on it's own with its bright glow shining bouncing off the water.
"So, how did you ever get into competitive eating?" She asks breaking the not-awkward-silence-moment we were sharing.
I knew she'd eventually ask me about that as everyone is curious.
"Well, since I was a kid, I always had a high metabolism and was always outside running around which also caused me to have a huge appetite. My nanny and maid, Moira, she always made huge amounts of food. Cause she grew up in a big family. Then this one time, I was ten when I went to a carnival and there they had an eating contest for kids and I thought it would be funny to see how much I really could eat." I began to tell her as I start remembering that time in my life.
"So I signed up and competed and ended up eating more hot dogs than any of the other kids. I had fun so, I started doing it a few more times and every year, before the fair, Moira would help train me if you will, to better prepare and prevent from getting sick and hurting myself. So I would and did it for a few more years. Then I stopped." I finish.
"Why did you stop?" I hear her ask me.
I had stopped around the time Moira died but I wasn't ready to tell her that much about me and plus, didn't want to ruin the mood. So I didn't tell her the real reason.
"Just didn't want to do it anymore." I then begin to chuckle. "Well, at least that's what I thought until I was a teenager. I was so mad at my father and thought a great way to get back at him was to do something he'd never want me to be caught dead in. And at the time, that was the only thing I knew I for sure could do and was good at. So I did it." I tell her.
"Was your dad mad?" She asks me.
I take in a breath and then let it out.
"Yeah." I replied. Then I began remembering the terrible beating I had gotten for embarrassing him.
There was another moment of awkward silence shared between us for a moment before she said something.
"Wow." Was all she said and we stopped and took a look up at the sky and I started smiling as I saw out the corner of my eye, her looking up at the sky and smiling as well.
She's so beautiful. I can't imagine ANYONE ever hurting her. Even though I guess that in a way, I am lucky in the fact that I have been able to be with her.
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