Sitting in the delicately lit restaurant with the beautiful Gianna was turning into being the highlight of my week…maybe month… hell, likely the highlight of my year with how bad things had been going of late. She was such a delight when she relaxed and allowed herself to be comfortable, falling into the conversation with ease. The way her eyes lit up as she spoke warmed what I had thought was my cold heart...
We had ordered our food, and chatted casually, laughing and joking so freely. The awkwardness from earlier in the bar was long gone. It all felt so natural. If this had been a date, it would have definitely been considered successful, I know that much. She was so easy to talk to. And I think I could happily talk to her forever.
“So, am I to expect you at work tomorrow?” Gianna ask
