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Her voice was lowered with a raspy undertone.
"What would you like to eat? Or would you prefer some recommendations from me?"
I glanced up, not even bothering to give her a polite smile.
"No, thank you. I’m waiting for my companion. When she comes, we’ll place our orders.”
Either the waitress was oblivious to my blatant disinterest, or she was undiscouraged, for she leaned in closer and dropped her voice into a whisper.
"Well, if you change your mind, I'm here to make your evening more enjoyable. Just let me know."
Her attempt at seducing me was clear as day, but I was wholly uninterested, and either way, my heart remained steadfast in its loyalty to Angela.
Maybe, I wouldn’t have been so repulsed by such a display at any other time but my thoughts were fully occupied by the one person who held my affection.
Firmly, I responded, "I am not interested.”
It was only because I wasn't familiar with this restaurant that I couldn’t get rid of her the way I would have liked to.
The waitress seemed taken aback by my resolute rejection, and her smile faltered.
She composed herself and nodded with a feigned understanding on her face as if she didn’t believe me.
"Of course, sir. If you need anything else, don't hesitate to call me over."
With a wave of my hand, I dismissed her, silently urging her to move on.
As she walked away, her flirtatious facade diminished, revealing a hint of disappointment.
As much as I was annoyed by her presence and relieved by her exit, I couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy, recognizing the vulnerability that lay within every person.
After all, here I was, fearful that Angela was going to end our relationship.
Returning my attention to the entrance of the restaurant, I refocused my thoughts on the imminent arrival of Angela.
While the waitress's attempt at flirtation had distracted me, as loathed as I was to admit, it ultimately served as a way for me to calm my nerves down.
The air seemed to shift, charged with an undeniable tension that hung between us.
It was as if the weight of our recent revelations had settled upon our shoulders, casting a shadow of hesitation over the moment.
Angela's eyes met mine, her gaze tinged with conflict.
A faint smile played on her lips, but it was tempered by the emotions that flickered in her eyes.
We exchanged a silent acknowledgment, both aware of the gravity of the situation we found ourselves in.
"Angela," I greeted softly when she arrived at the table, my voice carrying a mix of nervousness and longing.
"I'm glad you're here."
Her response was measured, her words chosen carefully.
"Dante, we need to talk. There are so many questions I have."
I nodded, understanding the weight of her inquiries and the need for open and honest communication.
The charged atmosphere hung between us, thick with unspoken thoughts and unaddressed fears.
