3x6
Restaurant night.
Galatea sighed as she leaned back in her chair. The time on her phone read 18:36. The restaurant was fancy and expensive. And Miria was late…
The girl tilted her head and started examining the ceiling, which was oh so baroque and royally stuffed. She was drinking the 3rd cup of tea in a row.
That Miria was supposed to be here at 6 pm sharp. I mean it's her, "miss punctuality 2006-2009" thought the girl as she took another sip of her mint tea.
Although she always did say stuff like "I can't stay mad at you" and "You're too cute to be angry at" right now she was already pretty worked up to say the least. Miria phoned her from work and asked her to reserve a spot at a restaurant and naturally it went from Gala's credit card. And now her lover was late. A half an hour late…
"Another cup of tea perhaps?" the waitress was kindness itself, she got paid for it.
Galatea looked at her now empty cup. This would be the 4th one. This calls for more serious measures.
"No thanks. Let's switch straight to dessert." said the blond and reached for the menu she was offered.
Normally Gala would pick something less expensive or just something with a cute name, but right now she just picked the first cake on the list.
"And for your companion?" said the waitress while throwing a look at the empty seat reserved for a certain spiky strawberry blonde.
"She doesn't deserve it, but bring it anyway…"
The waitress was a little surprised but nodded respectfully and left to get her order. Galatea yawned as she checked her phone for calls or messages for the 8th time now. Not a word. And Miria's phone as usual was not answering. Curse her habit of turning it off during work. Gala thought that she'd probably be smoking a cigarette right now if she hadn't quit on graduation due Miri's nagging.
Where can she be? She rarely calls the dates, that's more my area. So why does the rare time she does it, it has to go like this… Ah…
Gala was a very patient person when it came to plans and achieving goals, but waiting for something to happen was not her strong point. She was running out of things to do. Looking around was no longer interesting, adjusting make-up was done only so many times, no more napkins to doodle on, the local orchestra was getting repetitive, even guessing the waitresses' 3 sizes got boring . If she'd known this would turn this way, she would've brought her portables and played some games. Screw etiquette…
The waitress brought the cakes and at least it was something to pass the time. Gala took one bite out of Miria's cake and then put it over to her empty spot.
Starting the meal without her "companion" was kind of a bad touch, let alone biting off from your date's meal, but Gala figured it's Miria's fault for being late and she has the right. She smiled as she lunged her fork into the cake. It was pretty sweet, maybe too sweet, Galatea remembered the slight bitterness of Miri's lips. Her smile faded a bit.
For a second she had the bizarre thought that this is a break-up dinner, but immediately brushed it off. She'd be the first to notice any changes in her lover. Besides, there's not a chance in the universe that she'll find someone better than me… She smirked to that thought and finished up the cake.
Those three cups of tea were letting themselves known. I'm sure that even if I leave for 15 minutes she still won't show up, thoughtGalatea as she sighed and got off her throne-like seat and went to the ladies room. Galatea would be mad if the narration covered the events of the following few minutes, so let's skip to her looking at the bathroom mirror on her way out…
Jeez Miria,I wonder if you'll have a good excuse when you get here, and don't even think of not coming…
Galatea gave her reflection a "you go, girl" smile and exited the washroom.
Her table was still empty and she fell back into her chair. This was becoming a little too much for Gala to handle. She was girl of action, not a maid-in-waiting, she'd probably go "Fuck this shit, I'm outta here!" any second, but knowing it's Miria she stayed in place.
The bell on the front entrance gently rang and the blond looked in hope at the door. There she was, her girlfriend Miria. And she was smiling and taking her time, while getting to the table.
"So you finally came?" said Galatea, while spinning a fork in her fingers.
"Yeah, you know traffic here is horrendous. So anyway, I…" Miria was unexpectedly happy.
"Don't switch the topic. I specifically chose this place to be not far from your work, so traffic wouldn't be a problem… Were you riding a tortoise or something?" Gala wasn't going to let it go so easily.
"Um… Gala, I'm sorry, but…"
"Wait, let me see. Exactly 47 minutes late… Maybe you did a few circles for fun and…" but she was cut off by a strong kiss.
Gala shut up, but her eyes were still saying, "Why so late, Orange Moggie?" while Miria kept her eyes in a serious "I'm sorry OK, keep down that Tropical Storm…"
Finally Gala's eyes showed signs of pacification and Miria broke the kiss with a loud 'smooch' sound resounding through the restaurant.
"…"
"I'm really sorry I'm late. But I wasn't at work I was somewhere else, and it took more time than I thought…"
"Why even arrange a date in such a place on Thursday, when you can't make it…"
"Well…" Miria blushed a bit, "I was looking through my old stuff, when I realized today is an anniversary."
"Anniversary of what?" Gala raised a brow.
"Anniversary of our first meeting." Miria cracked her brow too.
"How would you pinpoint that? It was so long ago. I can't even remember when it started… We met in…"
"Kindergarten…" Miria blushed as she remembered it.
"Yeah… Friggin Kindergarten..." Galatea fell into some memories too.
"And today's the day I first went to it…" Miria added.
Galatea was speechless for a few seconds just remembering stuff from times long gone.
"Thinking back, you've changed a lot…" she smiled and winked at Miria.
"Well you haven't changed at all… And so today I wasn't going here from work but rather from another place." Miria took a small box with a ribbon from her purse and stretched it on her hands forward to her lover, "I thought I should get you something for an event like this, as a sign of… hey why is my cake nibbled?"
Gala grabbed the offered box with the speed of a falcon, slightly startling Miria, "You did say I haven't changed at all…"
"Yeah, you can say that again." replied Miria, glad her hand wasn't hit.
"Wow." Gala finally opened a box to a pendant with a golden chain.
"Like it?" Picking presents never was Miria's forte, so she was a bit nervous.
"It's great. But… why is it a cat's head?"
"You always drew them in Kindergarten, remember? That 'prince Kitteh' story and all that…"
"Miri, that was such a long time…" but she was cut off by another swiftly placed kiss.
She figured Miria was telling her "take it and like it." And she didn't mind.
Happy anniversary indeed.