Chapter 7: Intimacy

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We joked and talked about work during the whole trip till the restaurant.Elon talked about Neuralink and Space X. I was deeply impressed with how much passion he talked about his companies. It was like looking in a mirror. 

We arrived at our destination. I decided to bring him at The Little Door , where they cooked European kitchen. 

This was my favourite restaurant to go when I was starting to miss home

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This was my favourite restaurant to go when I was starting to miss home. I was originally from Europe and I've spend my time as a teenager there. 

"This place is beautiful!" Elon commented as we entered the restaurant. "I didn't even know it existed" he smiled at me.

"Well, mostly europeans come here" I said to him, looking for a free table. "Oh, here, come! " I sad as I notice one table at the end of the front garden of the restaurant. We sat on the table.

"Are you from Europe?" Elon asked surprised.

"Yes!" I smiled at him and opened the menu that the waitress gave us, looking down at it.

"I-i didn't noticed at all" He chuckled "You don't have an accent at all"

"I came to the U.S. when I was very young, so pretty much I learned how to talk without my accent" I smiled at him.

"I need to know more about you then" Elon locked his eyes with mine and I bit my lower lip. 

His hair was messy and his eyes were so honest and deep. The dimmed light was caressing his face making him even more mysterious and beautiful. 

"I think we should order" I said looking for the waitress and calling her.

I ordered Grilled Mediterranean White Sea Bass and he ordered Grilled Marinated Octopus. I ordered one bottle of red Italian wine too. I was so hungry that I was thinking about the food almost the whole time. 

"I guarantee you that you will like the food here!" I excitingly said and winked to him.

"I have no doubts" Elon smiled at me. 

The waitress brought the wine and poured into our glasses. I took a big sip and sighed.

"Perhaps, the stereotype that doctors drink a lot is true" Elon laughed and raised his eyebrow.

"It can't be more real" I said taking a sip again and laughed.

We laughed together and started to talk about work. We discussed how I started my career and research, about his companies and his ideas, and about future medicine. We joked around and ate really good food. He was so humble and kind. I could say that finally I started to open myself up to him. I trust people hard.

But he was different.

He didn't saw my ideas and plans as crazy, even the opposite. I really appreciated that.

"And I still can't figure out why are you single.." He put his head in his palm, looking at me with a soft smile. I put my head in my palm too, imitating him.

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