"do you want dessert?"
We were back at our table. Adam couldn't keep his eyes off of me after the kiss we had. I'm still trying to keep myself together.
I actually feel hot. I had to fan myself with the menu.
When he ask that question, my mind went somewhere.
"Madam?" said the waiter.
"y-yes," I stutter.
"Dessert?"
"um....cake."
"What kind?"
I look at the menu.
"chocolate cake."
"and you sir," the waiter said.
"Don't worry, I already have it," he grins.
I looks at him saying no words to say just agape mouth.
He whispers, "close it before I devour it."
I quickly cover my hands.
I'm not use to assertive Adam.
He order another wine.
I'm concern if this was really Adam or typsy Adam I'm seeing.
Though, I can't deny I like it.
He may feel wanted.
He compliments and shows how much he wants me.
Part of me saying no. He's not into you just what you are.
Most of our conversation is about the past in high school, because that's the only thing we have in common.
Anything outside of it is inattention.
Adam starts playing with my hair. He twirls it around.
"stop it," I put my hair on the other side.
"you know, you like it," he said.
Are we going to fast?
"Should we talk?" I ask.
"about what?"
"um....what about TV shows?"
"TV shows?" He raise one eyebrow.
"yeah, I like.....Doctor who."
"never heard of it."
"Once upon a Time."
"I watch two episodes."
He was losing interest in me.
"What kind of piece you like in your photography?" I ask.
His eyes lit up and talks about his favorite work he did when he travel to Peru.
I listen to him and nodding my head.
He was rambling on about the lighting and the framing of the shot.
I was lost on some terms he said.
Seeing his expression how he happy he looks, This is the Adam I know.
He speaks so happily and amuse of his work.
I didn't want to interrupt then the waiter came in with my dessert.
"Madam, here is your dessert," He said.
He place the cake in front of me.
I'm ready to eat this cake.
I pick a spoon, took a bite and sweet bliss how this cake is do delicious.
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I don't want a real relationship but I don't want a fictional one
RomanceA thirty year old woman celebrates her birthday playing otome game. She wants forget about her work, life and even her birthday. Once, she starts the game. She has fallen asleep. When she wakes up, her life as a thirty year old woman is about to cha...
