A man sat at his expensive table waiting for the woman he loves. On the table were two candles flickering softly, a single red rose, and two glasses of dark red wine. It had seemed an eternity since she had left for her trip; a life time since he had seen her beautiful face and the way her dress hugged her soft curves in all the right places. It had been an unimaginable stretch of time since he heard her silky voice escape in moans as he played with her body; her wonderful tastes filling his senses.
He looks up just as her mind blowing form graced the door. He slowly comes to his feet walking to her with a loving embrace and a gentle kiss with a fury of passion behind it. He pulls out her chair and watches as her dress pulls tighter to her lovely body while she sits. He gently pushes her forward to the table and moves to his chair. He sits with a smile, looking into her deep soulful brown eyes graced by light brown hair. She smiles back at him with pure love dancing in her eyes.
"So Thomas what are your reasons for this wonderful date?" she asks him, picking up one of the glasses of wine and taking a sip.
"Now Charlotte do I have to have a reason to take my beautiful girlfriend out to dinner?" he replies, gazing into her eyes.
She smiles as she sips her wine staring deep into his brilliant blue eyes, made even brighter by his jet black hair. The waiter comes with two plates. One with a steak on it and the other with a perfectly cooked salmon. The waiter sets them down and leaves, the gaze of the lovers never broken.
She starts to eat with the elegance of a lady. He watches her graceful movements before turning to his juicy thick steak. They both eat in what seems like unbreakable silence. The food disappearing without a word between them. Glass after glass of wine following the food. The waiter returns with a waitress, taking the plates and replacing them with two smaller plates; a slice of seductive chocolate cake on both.
Again the food disappears without a word, the looks between them saying everything. The clank of the forks as they hit the plates is the only sound between the two, indicating they are done with this place. He pays and takes her hand, leading her outside. They get in his powerful rare 1967 Shelby Mustang GT 500. He shifts it into gear and the engine roars into motion, moving across the black road with a graceful speed.
"Where are we going?"
"Its a surprise."
She nods and watches the road pass by the car, tracing the white line and lost in thought. The car takes a soft turn onto a dirt road then up a steep hill. Her eyes widen when she realizes where they are.
A thought begins to tug at her."What are we doing here?" The car comes to a slow stop, the engine purring to a calm. He gets out and opens her door, lending a hand to help her out.
They walk slowly to the top of the hill that overlooks the entire city. Lights dance under the dark skies, leaving a sparkle in her deep, dark brown eyes. He turns to her, his hair matching the sky in the background. His eyes flicker with nervousness. She looks up at him with unspoken questions. Her jaw drops as he crouches down on one knee before her, holding a small black velvet box in one hand.