https://Voice.club - You sit in your chair rigidly, one charcoal trousered leg crossed over the other, your foot bouncing nervously. You unbutton your jacket, heat radiating from your body despite the air conditioning in the restaurant. What if she doesn’t come?
Your mouth is dry, and you moisten your lips with your tongue before nervously biting down on the bottom one. You finger the pointed end of your tie for a few seconds before reaching for your glass and lifting it, taking a welcome sip.
You look around the restaurant. You always enjoy people-watching. There’s a group of six a few tables away, laughing at one another’s tales and jokes. Looking from face to face, it’s obvious to you that they are a family, all sharing similar facial features. Warmth and love are evident in the way they touch and chat with one another.
The young couple sitting at the next table to yours looks very uncomfortable together, their posture stiff and they’re barely uttering a word. You wonder if they are on a blind date. Neither appears very enamoured with the other.
You see movement out of the corner of your eye as the restaurant door is pushed open. A tall, slim woman enters, her chestnut hair tumbling around her shoulders, the restaurant lights twinkling from the sequins on her knee-length black dress. She stops and turns to speak to the hostess. The breath catches in your throat as you see how the straps on her dress meet into a sequined butterfly between her shoulder blades. You are utterly captivated by her.
The hostess gestures, and the woman turns towards your table. A beatific smile breaks over her face when she sees you, and she steps towards your table with a confident sway of the hips.
You stand to pull out the other chair at your table. Once she is seated, you hand her a single red rose. You bend and softly kiss her lips, rain gentle kisses across her cheek, and, with your lips caressing her chestnut curls, you whisper, “I love you. Happy anniversary, my darling.”