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     SHE WAS THRILLED when he finally did lean over, if he had suspected she’d been spelling it out on her face the entire night, she’d might have even took matters into her owns hands. It was a slow kiss, gentle, sweet, everything that sent the tingle of the blossoming romance into the air. Elbows rested on the table even, but she still found herself lifting off her seat to grasp as much of his pouted lips, giggling in-between the slight failure.

        ‘   hey !  let’s not get carried away, we have time for that later, the night is still young. Where to next ?  ’

                   His hand had gone to the side of her face, absentminded but careful to not overstep the boundaries of a date. Yet, in the climax of the moment, Eric forgot ( if only for a second ) they were in a restaurant. His eyes closed, and her giggle pulled at the corners of his mouth. He found himself smiling again, his knee nearly hitting the table between them. But it was her words that provoked him laughter. She was much too quick in wit, and he was gracefully falling behind.

              “Well–” he said, finally recovering, “– there are clubs around here.” curious how any place, anything they did, seemed like a good idea as long as he was with her.

               “Or the river-walk.” he added, his tone was playful again. “–and there’s the Redford.” Theater. “Wherever you want to go, I’m all yours.” a boyish upturned curve sealing the deal.