“Okay, spill,” I commanded. “Why are we here?”
Daniel booked a dinner date for the both of us the following night. It was New York, it was extravagant, and it was a place called, Daniel. The stars have aligned! This place was fancy-schmancy. They will literally turn you away if the men aren’t dressed in tuxedos and the women in cocktail dresses. A little name drop here and there, and Daniel secured the most exquisite table and experience. I don’t think I’ve ever been to a place this fancy with a mandatory dress code since the awards show at the agency. Even then, this restaurant won, hands down, top shelf, Golden Globe and Oscar nods.
I wriggled in my seat and looked over my shoulder. Hardly anyone was our age. Was there no age limit? I honestly wouldn’t have been surprised if there was. I was gladly looking appropriate though. Pretty? I’m not sure. But when Daniel and I scurried around to get dressed it did feel a little Pretty Woman-ish.
“Hurry up!” Daniel called, as we hopped, skipped and jumped in his room to quickly get dressed. “They’ll give up our reservation in a heartbeat and I really don’t want to lose this one.”
“It doesn’t matter if we do,” I replied. “We can go somewhere else. Although,” I appraised myself, “I’m not sure if this is efficient attire for booty-popping in a club or anything.”
Daniel laughed. “Especially with those heels; if you get low, you might not be able to get back up. I’ve actually seen that happen before.”
“I’ve had that happen to me before,” I laughed.
“Do you like the dress though?” Daniel asked, a little apprehensively.
The shoes were handpicked by me once Daniel gave me an idea of what the dress looked like. An idea was all I had to work with since he didn’t want to divulge and give the surprise away. That was sweet, and I totally understood that; but fashion ain’t a guessing game, even though sometimes some people look like they were playing Pin the Clothing on the Girl, blindfold and all.
The dress was a high-slit glittering midnight blue. Strapless, with a train of sheer midnight blue galloping from behind. I felt, oddly enough, like a Disney reincarnation of Superwoman. The most opulent piece, I thought, were the elbow-length white gloves. As soon as I put the gloves on, they changed my demeanour, making me feel like royalty. It was like a possession of some sorts. I felt like I was somebody. For lack of a better word, special.
I stopped in my tracks and looked at Daniel with deep gratitude. “I love the dress.”
Daniel grinned proudly. My appreciation for the dress seemed strong enough to stop him running around like a headless chicken. But with a slap on my butt and a shake of his head, he quickly snapped out if it. I squealed and he told me to hurry up again. Then we finally made it to the front door.
Daniel was the first to step out in his dashing ensemble and coiffed hair. He then extended his hand and lifted one eyebrow in keen and teasing secrecy. “Let’s go, babe.”
Channelling Julia Roberts, I gladly accepted his hand.
Even when we arrived at Daniel, Daniel never said a peep of what was up. I was giddy with excitement; and a little nauseous with the anticipation of a marriage proposal. There’s really no explanation of why my mind went there, but it did. And I thought it would be wonderful to think that way, instead of slightly dizzying, but I didn’t. I love Daniel, I do; but I just couldn’t give myself to marriage just yet. I know half the people at college on Facebook posting statuses and pictures of their weddings, and they’re my age! So clearly marriage knows no bounds. It’s wonderful for them, really; but for me, I needed to give myself some time and not rush into anything. The last thing I wanted to do was hesitate once I’m proposed to, then shrug my shoulders and say, ‘sure, I’ll marry you’.
It was just like me for my thoughts ran amuck in my mind. But at least they killed time, which is a sure fire way to never get bored either. I felt all eyes on me once we sat down and ordered away. Daniel watched me as I scanned the place eagerly, discovering new tapestry’s and colours. Prominent colours, gold and crimson; flawless lightning. Rich, rich, rich!
I returned my attention to Daniel once again; and it seemed as if I was discovering him seated there too. “Did you answer?”
Daniel smiled and shook his head.
“So why are we here again?” I grinned, my heart pounding.
“Can’t I just take my girlfriend out for a posh night?”
I lifted my eyebrows and shook my head. The corner of my lips turning up. “Oh, no, no, no, don’t pull that one on me. I know something is up. What is it?”
Daniel narrowed his eyes in thought. “I’ll tell you on dessert.”
“Starters,” I counter-offered.
Daniel laughed. “Is this a negotiation?”
“A compromise, Daniel,” I corrected, jokingly obnoxious, fluttering my eyes. “A compromise.”
Daniel chuckled. “Okay. I’m sticking to dessert.”
I pouted. “Daniel!”
Daniel crossed his arms over his chest and shrugged. Clearly he wasn’t budging and I was seconds away from embarrassing him by stomping my feel like a petulant child, just to see what he’d do. But I figured I’d get embarrassed before he would, so I skipped that option and gave in.
I rolled my eyes. “Fine.” I hated it when he won. He grinned widely, knowing that I hated his Charlie Sheen moment of winning.
The night went on smoothly, I don’t think it could have gone any other way. There’s always something about the glamour of restaurants, the clinking of utensils and the rustling of conversations that makes the atmosphere not only feel like a million dollars, but the people feel like they were a million dollars too. Like they were a part of something bigger and special and awesometacular (you can thank Jeremy Jahns for that rave review!). However, I’m still not holding my breath for a marriage proposal, either. I knew Daniel, he wouldn’t have wanted to get into that sort of thing just yet either. I commend him for it; wise choice, sir!
I scoffed the food down as fast as I could without looking like a carnivorous Venus flytrap. With that being said, it’s obvious that Daniel ended up carrying most of the conversation. Not only that, but he was eating viciously slow. Ugh, the lengthening of time was unbearable!
Finally the desserts came and I was gripping the chair from both sides of me to keep from popping up like a cork, pea-oo-ing, into the air.
“Look at you,” Daniel smiled, “you look like a leaf shaking in the wind.”
“I’m on edge! I’m stuck in a Keigo Higashano novel right now.”
“The detective, I hope.”
I thought for a minute and then smiled sheepishly. The contents of Higashano’s novels usually involve the fundamental formula of victim, perpetrator, and detective; struggling to solve the case. “Oh, right. Yup, the detective.”
Daniel took one bite of the chocolate mousse perched high on its proud mountain. Even the chocolate was rich! I just stared at him as he slowly inserted the spoon into his mouth, and swallowed.
He laughed then, and at the same time I felt the features of my face. It was so strained and immobile, I was surprised that my eyes weren’t twitching.
Daniel put his hands up. “Alright, alright. So obviously, besides this restaurant, I have something else planned for us. It might sound a little strange so, hear me out.”
I smiled, anticipating. “Okay.”
Daniel breathed in and then exhaled. “I have this job that I have to take of in Chicago. For my job. And I was going to stop off in Minneapolis for a visit. But first I was thinking of going to another location, and we’d finish at another location outside of the states and then come back to New York. I was thinking that you’d want to come with me.”
I blinked twice; my mind was boggled of wonders of where’d I’d fit in, in his plans. “Let me get this straight,” I breathed. “You want me to go on a business trip with you, and then on a vacation with you?”
“Where are the other concealed locations you vaguely mentioned?”
“Well that’s the thing,” he said. “I want to keep it as a surprise.”
Not that I needed to know, but I was kept in the dark so often as of late that I may as well have walked around with Daniel with my eyes closed.
“Daniel, I’d love to travel with you, but I have work commitments. I can’t just ditch on the club and the agency.”
Daniel boldly smiled. “I thought you might bring that up. Which is why I took care of it.”
I blinked twice again. “Huh?”
Daniel chuckled, his chest pumping in and out. “I’ve spoken to Randy and James and Will at the agency. I’ve told them that you’d be away until December and they were okay with it. Especially Will, he apparently said that you did so well in your interview rounds in New York, even got some promising feedback, that you’re good to go.”
“Daniel!” I squealed, attempting to stifle the scream. “I can’t believe you did that!”
“Are you happy?” Daniel asked, genuinely.
I gazed at him in awe. How could I not be? He is so good to me. I lifted myself over the table, and Daniel followed suit when he knew I was leaning over to kiss him. “Of course I am. I’m always happy with you.”
We sat back down, smiling. “Good,” Daniel nodded.
“Is this restitution for our little deal?” I wiggled my eyebrows.
Daniel laughed. “It’s been a long time coming, but I’m finally paying you back for that bet I lost.”
I laughed again. A flash of retrospect shooting through my mind. Look how far we’ve come; look how far we’ve got. I can’t wait.
“When do we leave?” I asked.
Daniel grinned, this time apologetically. “In exactly one week.”
“Oh shit!” I laughed.
Daniel joined me, with people watching on as if we lost our minds.
***Just a reminder, from here on out I will not be sticking to the schedule while I’m on vacation! I hope you enjoyed the post and the coming few! See you soon and keep on keeping! Soul xo!***