For You and maybe Me

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~Gimme a man of the midnight~

„Hi ", he greeted back and then held a bouquet of flowers in front of my nose. I smiled like a girl in love. "That's really sweet of you, thank you, George," I thanked him as I took them.
"No problem"
They were white roses again and I could not help but smell them. "Do you want to come in for a minute? I'll put them in a vase for a moment" I said.
"Sure" he accepted, stepped inside, and closed the door behind him. I went into the kitchen to get a vase from the cupboard and filled it with water before placing it on the counter. Briefly, I noticed George's gaze on me as he continued to look around the flat, pretending not to. "Nice place, didn't know Swindon had such a good one."
"Well, it was the closest thing I found to Wantage at the time," I said, pulling on my boots.
While I put on my jacket, George looked at the pictures on my wall in my living room. There were pictures of the twins, Vee, and me. I probably had thousands of pictures with them, but these were my favorites: Vee's 20th birthday, where we went to Munich and we all dressed up in vintage style.
"I'm ready, we can go," I announced.
"Sure, let us go."
We both walked out of my flat and I closed the door behind me before we ran down the stairwell and went outside into the cold. It was thankfully getting warmer again in George's car as he turned on the heating.
"So, which restaurant are we going to?", I asked curiously.
"A surprise," George answered simply with a smile. I was still nervous, thinking back to the conversation with Sarah. But I told myself that nothing would happen tonight, it would just be a nice dinner and we would get to know each other better...
The thought of talking more about myself made me a little panicky again. I did not like to talk about my past. And only very few people knew about it.
This time the radio was playing "She Loves You" by the Beatles and my foot went along with the beat of the melody. "Beatles, right?" George asked as he gave me a quick sideways glance.
"Yes, one of my favorite songs," I replied with a smile. I would have loved to sing along, but I did not want to embarrass myself in front of George, especially not today. I knew that this date would probably make a big impression on me. But shouldn't I be myself? Not on this one, I answered myself.
"How did you know?" I asked him to take my mind off it.
"My mom," he replied, glancing down the street. "You have the same taste in music"
We drove for another 10 minutes until George stopped in front of a restaurant. From the outside, I could see that it looked a bit posh, but I hoped it wasn't one of those high-class 5-star restaurants. George chose the restaurant because I still didn't know my way around the area. But I trusted George to be able to judge me well enough, how I reacted to such things.

And yes, he was the gentleman again and yes, I loved it and yes, it was totally cute. He opened the door as he always did, leading the way. "I've booked a table on Russell," George said to the waiter, who nodded at him and led us to the table. I was taking off my jacket when George stepped behind me. "Let me help you," he offered. I bit my lips as he slipped the jacket off my shoulders and took it in his hand.
After he hung our jackets on the curtains, he even pulled out my chair and oh my god, it was probably the moment I realized I was not just crushing on him. I was in love with George Russell.
"Are you all right?" asked George as he faced me. I just nodded. "Everything's fine," I smiled. I could not help, and I smiled. It was just like being in a film and this was my favorite film.
The waiter brought us the menus and already asked us about the drinks. Since George would be leaving later, he did not drink anything alcoholic, of course, and I decided against it. We both ordered water and then looked at the menu. "Have you been here before?" I asked him, looking up from the menu for a moment.
"Once yes, we went for Mother's Day with my mum," he replied. "So, you can trust me, the food is good here," he said a little more quietly this time so that no one else here would notice. I giggled, "What do you recommend?" I asked.
"Hmm, the pizzas are really good here and actually they do all the German food well too," George explained. "Well, my sister said so, I've never had typical German food."
The restaurant was international, which I liked because there was a lot on offer.
"Really now?", I asked in surprise. "It's really good, even if Hungarian food is 100 times better," I added.
"Well then, tell me which of these are the best among German food," George prompted. I went to the pages where the German food was pictured and briefly thought about what George would like best. "Kässpätzle is very good," I said.
"What is this... Lebekodelsoup?", George asked, trying to read the word. It sounded so sweet as he tried to say it and could not help but giggle. "Leberkässuppe," I corrected him.
"Okay, I don't know, I'll trust you and have the Kes... yeah you know," he said. In the end, I decided on the same and we both had potato salad on the side.
While the waiter came back with our drinks and took our order, I found myself staring at George. He was wearing a red shirt and black jeans. And fucking hell, he looked so fucking good in red. George seemed to notice that I was staring and smiled at me. "What are you thinking about?" he asked, still smiling.
I bit my lips. I would have liked to say what I was thinking, but I could not bring myself to do that. "That... well, that I think it's great to have my first real date with you," I said instead, which was not a lie either.
"You really haven't had a date before?" Georges asked surprised. I shook my head. "I've mentioned it before..."
"The compliment thing? Ah yes, haven't I told you that you look beautiful? You do every day and I think you should be told every day.", George said with a big smile.
I got red in my face and looked at my hands on the table. "You look handsome too...", I murmured softly and then looked at him again. He was still smiling. "Thank you, darling."
Here we go again. I tried not to scream or getting red, but I got red. I always get read when he is making me compliments. I hated that I do not know how to handle that. "May I just say how sweet you are when you are getting red?"
"Oh my god", I said and buried my face in my hand. "That's not sweet," I interjected and took my hands away again to look at him.
"Stop making yourself feel worse," George interjected, taking my hands in his. "You're as good as you are. Nobody is perfect. If everyone in the world was perfect it would be boring."
I bit my lips, it was just incredibly sweet what he said to me every time. "When did you become Shakespeare?"
"Two seconds ago."
We both started laughing. "I think it's sweet of you to compliment me every time. It is... yes, it .... makes me more confident, I think," I blurted out. I did not even think about the impact it would have on both of us. But now I did not care because I wanted George to know what he was doing to me. He has been driving me crazy for days (I would not say that), but he really makes me more confident. In the time we have known each other, I have had more compliments from George than I have ever had in my life. I felt like I mattered to someone again like I was worth something. He made me feel like I was something like I belonged like I was not left out. I would have loved to tell him everything like that, but I could not. Not now. I did not want to fill him with the whole truth or scare him away.
Our food was served, and we let our hands off each other. I would have liked to hold it the whole time.
George tried his cheese spaetzle carefully at first and then dared to eat more. "This is really good," he said.
"That's what I said, you can trust me too," I said and winked at him.
"Tell me something about yourself," he asked.
I looked at him, confused. "What do you want to know? Ask me something and I'll answer it."
"Okay, how about we take turns telling Fun Facts about us," he suggested.
"Fine."
"Go ahead"
"So I speak four languages" I started, and George's eyes widened. I could not help but let out a laugh. "So German, English, Hungarian and..."