Wishful Thinking

My God
She looked absolutely gorgeous coming out of the long black doorway. Time slowed with each step, he eased his hand on the steering wheel trying to look comfortable, trying to be cool that is. She reached the car window with a smile.
“Hey how are you?” She said batting her big eyelashes.
“I’m good, but you look great!” he said with a wide tooth smile.
“You are so sweet.” She said blushing and opened the door.
“So you got the reservations at Lucatoni’s right?” She said, and turned to him with her ocean blue eyes gleaming in the failing light.
“Y-Yes I did, we should get going.” He said turning to the road trying to get his eyes off her, but she still looked at him, or so he thought. The road stretched for miles the only sign of life, a bleak white stripe rearing every so often.
“You know, that was a long time ago. Things are different.” She did trying to apologize. He looked straight foreword watching the road, pretending he didn’t hear it.
Finally he let out, “It was along time ago, but it’s not like it didn’t happen.” still looking ahead. “You just don’t forget things like that.” He said trying to hold his feelings at bay. “I just want to start over, clean slate, right?” she said almost pleading. He turned to her. It seemed like eternity, all he saw was the woman he was in love with since god knows when. He turned back to the road. “You know how I feel about you.”

There was a long pause, the car protested with its hum.

She went for his hand on the cup holder, her face sincere and ashamed. Her hand touched his and he felt a rush of heat hit him like a blanket covering his entire body. He gripped.

“Thank you waiter this looks great.” He said and smiled at her across the table. It really wasn’t an ornate restaurant but quaint, it even had the candle in the middle of the table. She smiled at him staring deep into him, looking for something. They ate without a word. Delving into the food as looking for some way to set things right. When he was done he looked up to see her looking straight at him. He smiled and she felt relived smiling back. After he paid the bill they went outside. “Food was good wasn’t it?” he said trying to make conversation looking at his feet. “That’s not what you really want to say is it.” And she picked his head up. Their faces met close, he thought about it, but she did it. His put his hand in her hair and remembered the old days, like a movie playing in his head. They walked back to the car hand in hand. He opened the door for her and she got in and smiled. He walked around trying to look smooth and got in with a smile as well. He started the car up and then he looked over to see her looking alarmed looking at her side. “What’s wrong?” he said, “My purse, I don’t know where it is.” She replied. “Don’t worry ill go in and get it for you.” He said smiling. He opened the door and felt the breeze grace his face. Maybe life is going good he thought and he walked back into the restaurant. The soft jazz still playing he asked the waiter if there had been a report of a lone purse. He said no and apologized. He stood puzzled, wait did she even bring a purse? He went out into the cool air to see a car with no one in it, rumbling silently. He stood there for a minute just standing no thinking at all just nothing. After a minute or two thought to himself “can’t say I didn’t see this coming, but at least I changed, I changed enough to give someone a second chance.” He walked slowly to the car and put his hand on the cold metal handle, he shivered, but if it was the cold or not he could not tell.

Some things never change