The Beginning | Facts About Myself | Don't Mess With An English Major | The Bake SaleThe Favor | The Rescue | The Brothel | The Number | The Wrist, Part One | The Wrist, Part TwoThe Sighting | The Question | The Concern | The Explanation | The Star Wars Debate The Phone Call | The Holiday Thursday | The Rain Check | The First Freak Out | The TwistThe Second Freak Out | The Clarification | The Confusion | The Awkward ConversationThe Accident | The Show, Part One | The Show, Part Two
It was a quiet Tuesday afternoon. Like most slow days, I was watching the clock, waiting for the moment it would strike 4:30pm and I would be free. Office Boy stopped by my cubicle, leaned in and whispered.
"What are you doing for dinner tomorrow night?""Nothing, as of right now.""Would you like to go to dinner with me?""Sure," I smiled. "Great," he said, smiling, and walked off.
The following night, the evening of my 23rd birthday, I left work after speaking with Office Boy. He had a few things to finish up, but would call me when he was on his way home. After arriving home and changing out of work clothes, I sat down to edit some engagement photos while I waited for his call.
Around 6:30pm, I walked upstairs, looking quite fabulous in bootcut jeans, a silky magenta top, a black cardigan with lace details, and shoes that matched the top and cardigan perfectly. (Charlotte Russe shoes for the win!)
I opened the door and heard my mom call from upstairs.
"Where are you going?""Out to dinner with Office Boy.""Oh, really?""Yes.""Alright.""I'll be back later."
I walked outside, hopped into my car, and drove over to Office Boy's apartment, where he met me at the door.
"These are for you," he said, handing me a beautiful bouquet of flowers and a bottle of wine. "Aww, thank you," I said, leaning up to give him a kiss.
After locking up the apartment, we headed down the stairs and up the street.
"So where are we going to eat?""I thought we'd just take a walk and stop when we saw something we liked."
The journey didn't take long, which my heeled feet greatly appreciated. Just a couple of blocks down the road we found a quaint little restaurant that wasn't too busy. We headed in, the waiter took our coats, and seated us. We pulled up the menus, scanned the first few items and immediately looked at each, eyes wide with fear.
In our conversations about what restaurants to possibly go to, I said the only type of food I didn't really like was seafood. He said the same, especially since he is allergic to shellfish. The first six items on the menu were all seafood and we both feared the same thing: we had unwittingly chosen a seafood restaurant. Fortunately, our fears were alleviated as we continued to scan the rest of the menu and determined that it was, in fact, a French restaurant, not a seafood one.
We ordered our food, and talked about a variety of things as we progressed through our meal. They cleared our dinner plates away and he reached across the table to hold my hand as we waited for our dessert to arrive. He smiled, lifted up my hand and kissed it.
From behind us, we heard an exclamation.
"Oh my goodness! That's so sweet!""Shhh! That was supposed to be a private moment!""Oh, I know. But it was just so sweet!"
I turned to see three middle-aged women at the table just behind us. Office Boy grinned with a look that said, Yeah. That was sweet, wasn't it? I couldn't help but laugh and think One day, that's gonna be me and my friends.
Shortly after, our dessert arrived: a delicious chocolate mousse made in house. We finished it quickly, being careful to avoid the whipped cream, as we're both lactose intolerant.
Once we finished, the waiter brought us our coats, and we headed back to his apartment where we sat on the couch and chatted for a while. When we first arrived back, I took a better look at the wine. It was my favorite kind.
"Did you know that this was my favorite kind of wine?" I asked, as he walked back into the living room."No, what kind is it?""Mosacto. I love this wine.""Oh. I just thought it was the prettiest bottle," he said."Well, like I said, it's my favorite. So good job," I said, and smiled.
Around 10:30pm, I got my things ready to go. He walked me to the door and smiled.
"So was it a good birthday?""Yes," I said. "A very good one.""I'm glad," he said, and kissed me good night."I'll see you tomorrow.""Okay," he said. I walked out the door and he waved goodbye.
I walked down the stairs and to my car, bouquet of flowers and wine bottle in hand. Good birthday, I thought. Good birthday, indeed.
My bouquet of flowers from Office Boy. :)
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