
| Anything Else?
Author: thenewzerov Flash Fiction. Any description besides the opening lines gives too much away. Thanks for any reviews. “Alright, is there anything else I can get for you two?” The waitress is gathering the plates from their dinner as she waits for their answer.
Rated: Fiction K - English - Romance - Words: 746 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 2 - Published: 08-15-10 - Status: Complete - id: 2838481
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"Alright, is there anything else I can get for you two?" The waitress is gathering the plates from their dinner as she waits for their answer.
"That turtle brownie was looking pretty good. Want to split an order?"
He was so perfect. He didn't really like chocolate, but he'd split it with her anyways; he knew she did. "Yeah, that sounds good."
"Okay, I'll be right back with that, and I'll just refill these for you guys..." she takes the cups with her and takes everything to the back.
She can't help it and starts to flirt as soon as the waitress is gone. "So, did you just order that because you know chocolate is an aphrodisiac?" Her eyes look him over in her sexiest gaze. He smiles back, gives her a wink, and wipes his mouth with his napkin. The waitress drops off their glasses and leaves again.
They'd been dating for a few months now. She'd been in love with him from the moment she caught sight of him. Handsome, charming, there wasn't anything that he couldn't do, no bad situation he couldn't turn around. The whole time, he'd never had an awkward moment, never said anything stupid. He was the Dos Equis spokesman in the flesh.
"Here you guys go, and two spoons. You guys need anything else, let me know, and if not you have a great night. Thanks again you guys."
"No, thank you." He smiles at the waitress, giving her one of his heart-stopping smiles as he took the check before she could even thing of grabbing it. What a gentleman.
"I love you." He smiled back after she said the words. Every time she did, she caught her breath, sometimes telling herself that she didn't deserve him, and somewhere in the back of her mind she always imagined that he wouldn't say it back.
"I love you too." What a relief.
"You know," she began, "I think I fell in love with you the moment I first saw you. Love at first sight. Do you believe in that?"
"No." She almost dropped her spoon. She froze. He didn't say anything else, just sat there, eating around the brownie and only taking the vanilla ice cream.
"No? So...you didn't love me at first?"
"No." This hit her, hard. He hadn't loved her? Then why did they keep dating? What was going on in his head? Why her then? And Christ, why wasn't he saying anything?
"I don't know what to say."
"You don't have to say anything. I love you now, and that's what's important."
"But you didn't always. When did you start loving me? And while we're on it, why did you keep dating me if you didn't?" Now she was getting angry. Had he been using her the whole time?
"I don't think you can just love someone. I think it's something that needs to be built up over time. I mean, what would you rather have, our relationship start out great, and then die because we became too involved too fast, or something that lasts forever?" Logic. How could he make something like saying he didn't love her sound so good? Damn him.
"Trust, communication, all things that you need to work on for love to be there. And it's not like it took that long. Maybe a month in or so before I felt that way. When I told you 'I love you' for the first time, I did mean it." He was right. It had been about a month before she had said it to him, and he had said it back, without hesitation. He loved her, that was what was important. She had a great guy who loved her. Even if he didn't love her from the start, he loved her now. And there was nothing wrong with that was there?
"Are your ready?" He placed a few bills in with the check. She knew he was leaving at least an 18 percent tip. He always did.
"Yeah, you want to come back to my place?" This time the smile didn't come as easy. He comes behind her to help her pull her chair out. He was great. She kept telling herself that. But, why did she suddenly have trouble believing that?
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