3rd Person’s POV

He leads her to a small table in the quiet restaurant. He pulls out her chair. She sits. He sits across from her. The only light is from a few well placed candles. A waiter approaches and, without saying a word, pours them wine and leaves the bottle. No menus. He has ordered for them in advance. There will be no interruptions from wait staff aside from the bringing and clearing of the courses.

He watches as she sips the wine. She notices. Blushes, a shy smile slips out. He loves watching her. He smiles warmly back as if to comfort her. It does. She begins to enjoy his gaze. Soaking it in, feeling his eyes move over her. From her eyes to her nose, cheeks, lips. The curve of her neck. Slope of her shoulders. Her chest. The tiny bit of cleavage just peeking out from her dress. Again, she blushes. This time, so does he.

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