The graceful lady, who introduced herself as Misha, sat across from the man she knew for a fact went under the name Richard and watched him squirm, impassively.
Even as she heard him stammer and stutter several apologies, while he mopped up his tepid beverage with the stack of paper napkins he wouldn’t have needed otherwise, she still didn’t waiver from the idea that he was the right choice.
‘Should I order another drink for us both?’ She asked.
‘No, let me,’ he replied quickly. ‘What can I get you?’
‘I’ll have a glass of H2O, please,’ she asked with a smile.
‘Erm…okay,’ he replied with a frown.
She could sense that he wondered if she was being, what his kind called, silly. She decided to allow him to reason that out for himself.
‘Erm…would that be still or sparkling H2O?’
‘Still it is,’ he replied and trotted over to the counter like a new born gazelle.
She liked gazelles.
She also liked the fact that due to the way she had asked for her drink his nerves had calmed down a little.
This was never going to work if he remained on edge.