Maria was savoring the combination of the food and the wine now. She was smiling as she enjoyed the way the flavours combined in her mouth.
“This is very good choice. You do know wine I think!” she said, smiling at me over her glass. I swear to God I felt my knees go weak.
Suddenly Maria was asking about my studies, and “what I wanted to be when I grew up”. She told me about her time in Liverpool. It had been twenty years before, and I brought her up to date on the latest changes to the city. We finished our meals and Maria insisted on paying.
“Len asked me to take you to lunch,” she admitted, “but now I am glad I did.”
“I am too,” I said. “I really enjoyed it.”
“You should bring Laura here,” she told me, “every evening they have very good meals. Chef is from Kiev, like me. Tell me if
