They sat down across each other. He searched for a waiter who was too busy to be available.
“What would you like to order?” he asked, and took the menu in his hands, going through them.
She drank the water from the glass and looked here and there watching the people enter and leave the restaurant.
He ran his eyes up and down the menu, but she did not answer his question.
His eyes rolled to where she sat, and she seemed to be lost in her world.
“Anything wrong?” he asked, placing away the menu beside him.
“Umm, no. I was just…..”.
“Nervous….that’s all,” she murmured underneath her breath.
“Nervous for what?”.
“Don’t tell me, you never came to a café before?”.
“That’s not it!”.
“I mean……forget it!” she rests her head on the table, not wanting to look up and stare at his face again
