The day, or should I say the night of our meeting has finally come. I arrived at The Tower a few minutes after seven, just to be sure I didn't quite come too early to be assumed as eagerly excited. Of course not.
The man in his white and blue uniform greeted me as I approach, opening the glass door and welcoming me in.
Good evening ma'am. Table for one or will you be waiting for someone? The petite hostess greeted me, showing a polite smile and appreciating the little black dress I am in.
I have a reservation. With Saavedra. I told her sweetly; understanding swept her face.
Oh. Of course ma'am. She said then guided me inside a private function, reserved for VIPs.
The room was dimly-lit except for the light
coming off of the moon cradled in the dark nightsky, passing through the long glassed window on the south wall - and a couple of candles. Yeah right. Candles.
You came. A masculine voice blended in with the night as his manly figure emerged from the darkness. Once up close, I saw how brutally handsome he really is. But oh, my subconscious suggested otherwise. Maybe it has something to do with the candles. Definitely the candles, standing atop the round and clothed table.
What's with the set-up? I asked with an elegant eyebrow raised at him as I crossed my arms in front of me.
Can't you just say thank you and appreciate the effort?
He said, trying to look hurt but couldn't quite pull it off.
Stop the drama and let's get to business. I said, rolling my eyes.
Sure sure. He mumbled, walking towards me. Have a seat then. He said, pulling the chair ever so lightly, like he was trained to do that.
Thanks... A smile tugged on the corner of his lips then adding, ..servant. His smile disappeared quickly and was now replaced by a frown. It was now my turn to smile.
You're impossible. Shaking his head, he turned toward his seat and settled himself there.
Seth popped open a bottle of champagne, pouring it over his glass and mine casually. Cocking his head a
little, he raised his glass for a ceremonial toss.
Whatever. I retorted.
His lips turned to a lopsided smile, then tapping my glass with his own, he said, Just enjoy the night okay? I shrugged uninterestedly. He showed off another unnerving smile of his and I had to shake my head lightly to clear my mind.
As if on cue, the servers came, putting up feisty food on our table which now looked smaller, crowded with the overflowing dinner which seemed good enough to feed four people, instead of two.
Bon Appetite
Can you now tell me what's on your mind? I asked when dessert came. I swear I was full to the stomach but I can't seem to resist the sweets in front of me. I guess I just have to say hello to the carbs later. The game plan you're bragging about? It took him a full course meal before finally talking about his plan. Everytime I start asking him about that, he just waved me off and say something dramatic like, Let's save it for later.
I'm not used to being bossed like that, but I just shut my mouth and savored the food. Weird.
It's actually simple as A B C. He said, looking intently at me with a hint of smile on his
You know what they say about keeping your friends close and your enemies closer?
Who cares about last season sayings? I asked, starting to get annoyed.
Well now, I think you should start caring. He said decisively as another flurry of words came out of his lips.
The game plan, as he said, is for me to know, and for all of you to find out. ;)
