It is the third of the kind, spending the quality time off the regular. There is music, food and wine, and the place looked fine and classy.
There he sits in front of her, and as usual he is no less of stories to share. She got dressed up graceful, a lot sophisticated than the last. She is not at ease, while locking her cold fingers against one another. She finds him talk a lot, where the words fly over and barely enter her system. She nods herself to wave to the discussion and stare at the latest book he has bought for her. The title of the book says - "Beautiful Liar", and all she can think through is him. She could feel is her heart pound fast and loud, that she was scared it would start speaking much before she can. All the courage she picked up start to fail her, as his eyes lock with hers. She tries to run away, but something keeps pulling her back.
She wished to find some peace, but the lonesome star seems chasing her, poking and forcing her. All she wanted is to grab his hands and say how much he meant to her, and that all she sees is him. She needs that dream to hold on to and get lost in the warmth it can spare. She could not define it, and if you call it love that is what it means!