Bittersweet

Deep

~Take a dive. What do you see?~

It was the next night.

She had fussed so much about what to wear so she eventually chose one at random. Fortunately for her, it was lovely.

Aaron had been the one to pick her up and not his driver, much to her immense surprise.

He had looked absolutely wonderful in his white shirt and black pants. They arrived at the restaurant twenty minutes later.

Never had she seen a restaurant as beautiful. She could already tell it was going to be an expensive dinner.

The restaurant was also owned by him, she was only slightly surprised though.

"Thank you," Sarah said as Aaron drew her chair for her.

"You're welcome." He sat opposite her. He ordered for the both of them-per her request.

"Do you like this place?" He asked her.

"It's wonderful, thank you for bringing me here."

"It's my pleasure, Sarah. You deserve this and more." Their orders were brought and they both began to eat.

Aaron kept stealing glances at her while pretending to cut a piece of meat.

She was absolutely breathtaking.

"You look beautiful Sarah."

She berated herself for blushing at his compliment.

"Thank you. You look nice too." He smiled.

"Thank you."

"Do you like the food?" He asked her.

"Yes, thank you." Aaron looked at her in absolute awe. He hadn't thought she would give up her employment, not in a million years.

He'd already found her a job in the stock exchange. He hoped she would accept it.

"So Aaron, what's your favourite food?"

"I don't have a favourite food."

Sarah smiled at him. She was amazed, everyone had a favourite food.

"Really?" She chuckled.

"Am I required to have a favourite food?" He looked a little puzzled and Sarah couldn't help but notice how cute it made him look.

"No, of course not. It's just most people do I guess." She said still smiling.

"You must have a favourite food then." He said.

"Yeah."

"I'm curious, what is it?" He asked.

"Spaghetti and meatballs." She replied.

"Really?" His eyes widened slightly in surprise.

Sarah watched him as he requested for the chef from a waiter. The waiter left.

Seconds later, the chef walked up to their table.

"Yes, Mr Snow."

"I want you to include spaghetti and meatballs on the menu from this evening forward." A puzzled look crossed the chef's face but he hid it well.

"Yes sir."

"That would be all." The chef bowed slightly and left.

Sarah stared at her meal. She was pretty flattered. No one had ever done something like that for her.

"You didn't have to do that." She said looking at him.

"I wanted to."

"Thank you." She said.