Glorified Version of A Stranger

In the bright lights of the restaurant, he eyed couples with contempt as they smiled, held hands, flirted, or just had dinner. He was getting tired of watching these people. He had been sitting in the L’Enoteca Fuori Porta for a little over an hour, waiting for the blind date that his friend setup for him.

He had already absorbed the posh bedecking in the Italian restaurant where they were to meet. It was located near the upper class wharf, just five minutes away from the Palm Villas. There was a light, blowing breeze as he looked around the place. He could taste the salt in the air as he eyed the little round tables covered with simple white table cloths, napkin, plate, glass and silverware neatly arranged on top. The tables were set as if only couples favored the place. In fact, as he looked around, he only saw couples seated close to each other whispering as if the wind carried their conversations about. He stared at the floor, richly decorated with paintings of Dryads, and Naiads, some frolicking about, some bathing in the stream, while others were just looking up to the sky. “The owner must be a fanatic of nymphs,” he muttered to himself, and shoved the thought away.

It was nearing dusk. He looked straight at the entrance of the restaurant and saw the sun setting in the horizon. He instantly forgot that he was losing his patience and looking stupid in his soliloquy. The sky had a reddish glow in it, with the sun just a few inches from the ocean as it seemed. He was clearly dazzled by the beauty of it when a curvaceous figure suddenly marred his view.

The tall slender figure slowly made his way to him. He could not see her face because of the bright sunlight still behind her. She wore a billowy dress as she strutted with an allure that would have made fresh dough grow hard. As the sun set completely, the lights on the venue illuminated her face. She looked at him directly, eyelashes curled to its fullest, lips slightly puckered, besmirched red.

As she continued to walk towards him, all sound was muted, except for that clicking sound emanating from her heels. All movement was instantly blurred, except that of hers, slowly approaching him.

Was she the girl that Marvin setup with him? He hated blind dates. Not even a picture or a description was given to him. He was just told to wait somewhere and that the girl would know him right away.

So there she was, a tall, slender, curvaceous, woman, ultimately a bombshell that guys would normally clamor for, walking straight towards him!

His heart beat faster and faster with each click that her shoes made. He felt his throat tighten. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead. His hands started shaking. His foot uncontrollably tapped the pavement. He could feel himself getting jittery with each second.

When she was only a few feet shy of him, she smiled and waved her hand. He was about to wave back when a deep voice behind him said, “Honey, I ordered the chicken!”

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