"You are truly beautiful, you know.”
Robert spoke across the table to the striking woman. They sat in the
corner booth of an Italian restaurant. The lovely odors of wine and
marinara complemented her perfume.
“And you know, one of the best things
about dating, is that unlike before; you tell me things like that.”
Margaret replied, casually brushing her hair aside with a flirt.
“I've complemented you before.”
Robert defended.
“Yeah, but now I know you mean it.”
Maggie teased.
“That I do. And is there anything
you want to tell me.” Robert fished as he straightened himself in
his chair.
“Yes, Robert. You have … the most
impeccable taste in women.” Maggie batted her eyes.
“I see this is getting me absolutely
nowhere.” Robert sighed.
“I don't know, I find a man who can
take a little teasing in good humor to be awfully sexy. That and you
have a pretty well developed sense of humor yourself.” Maggie had
the slightest purr in her voice at “sexy”.
“Moi? Surely you jest.” Robert said
in with a mock air of distinction.
“Oh, it's subtle; but don't think I
don't know.” her eyebrow raised slightly.
“There's no sense denying it then;
I'm adorable.” Robert grinned.
“I've created a monster. But at least
you are my monster.” she broadened her smile in reply.
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