We sat silently in the lounge as the rest of my guests finally leave. As you rise to go and leave the room you turn and slowly hug me, kissing my cheek to say goodbye. I smile and hold you slightly longer than I should.
As you try and start your car it attempts to turn over but dies, popping the hood I look under, several wires are fried, its not working tonight, the nearest garage is 40 miles away, and the storm is threatening, your not going to be able to get home tonight.
I take you back into the house and leave you in the lounge as I prepare the guest room, as I enter the lounge I find you have poured some of the left over wine from the meal into a couple of glasses and hold one out to me. " We might as well enjoy the night...." We sit and talk quietly for several hours, drinking more wine and chatting, I find you fascinating and our conversation is wonderful, my painfully bad jokes making you giggle as the wine slowly goes to your head.
Outside the storm suddenly breaks and thunder ripples around the house, shaking the windows as the heavy rain lashes down, pounding around the room, all of a sudden all the lights go out. "Damm the power grid must have been hit.... wait here a second" You are giggling again as I stumble through the darkened room, I find some candles and matches and slowly set them up around the room, the room is lit by the pale flickering lights of the candles casting dancing shadows on the walls.