Shards of light flickered across her face, lighting up the small golden flecks in her eyes. It was almost as if her desires were housed within the flecks, only shimmering in certain lights and only observable if the right person were looking intently enough.
Today, he was looking intently at her. Straight on, face forward; not from an angle. He saw the particle of gold, illuminated by the evening sun, and knew that she had desires that he needed to fill. He knew that he would have to fully satiate her appetite if he had any chance of getting her to accept a token of his affection. He wanted her to be his wife; but for her to fulfil his fantasy, he would have to fulfil hers first.
Contemplatively, she inserted the teaspoon into her mouth and rolled her tongue around the metal, ensuring that she removed all the frothy coffee. She returned his eye contact, looking at him inquisitively the whole time. Silently asking him to work her out, to work out his next move.
Hesitantly, he placed his hand on her knee. She enjoyed the warmth of his palm, but she needed him to be more assertive. She needed him to take control. His expression changed, he appeared to be reading her mind.
Abruptly, he called the waiter over and paid the check. She appreciated this: he was making a decision, taking charge. They were leaving.
He took her hand and they walked along the river. Romance was what the girls in the movies wanted, but she was not a girl from a movie: she was the girl with golden flecks of desire in her eyes. Stopping to watch the ducks he kissed her, gently on the mouth. It's not that she did not enjoy this, but today it wasn't enough. She daintily placed a line of kisses from his mouth to his ear and whispered, only just audibly, 'I submit to you'.