(What I find most fascinating about fiction is that it is inspired from facts!)
She curled the last piece of spaghetti, only to lose her half a glass of wine to him.
She picked her hand up to order some more but he held it softly only and asked for something else. She was enjoying the rhythm of the night. There was nothing that she needed to worry about. They were sitting at a cafe by the moonlight and the plates will be taken care of. The drinks kept coming as she talked about what mattered the most. People, pictures and places – the three important pieces of life at that moment. Places changed and the move from the chairs to the couch seemed well choreographed.
She wondered if the things she mentioned mattered but as the night changed colors all that mattered was there was less talk and more silence.
He had said very little in words but everything he did said much more than what she had been trying to narrate. It seemed like a really long film that was moving too fast. In the past 3 hours he had said exactly 5 lines. He was not drunk, he had not even been drinking. That’s when she felt a little uncomfortable and started thinking if she was acting funny and if it was time she picked up her keys and left the comforts of his hands….
As her body moved a bit, and he felt his hands slipping her back, he said, ” If you think you are leaving.. you are wrong. I haven’t even started talking… “
She smiled and said, “When will you begin, only if I stop..?”
He said, “No silly! just when I feel interruption will be entertainment”
(might be continued…)