6
Lisbon decided to take a few days off, that headache was really bothering her. When the night started she began to choose her outfit to go out with Patrick. She wore a very tight evening gown with a fuchsia short skirt that apparently she had never worn it because it was in its wrapper. It had a heart-cut on the strapless bust that frowned as glistens appeared. For a moment she thought that it was too much, but who cares? The truth is that she felt a lot of happiness and it wasn't bad to celebrate from time to time. She smoked her eyes and made up her lips red, her hair left it silky and black, just picked up a side back with a buckle to frame her face. And her shoes were high-heeled sandals with shiny. She looked radiant. Just as she put on perfume, the horn of Patrick's car sounded, telling her to get out. He was leaning on the roof of the car to open the door when she climbed in. He was distracted until he heard the soft pounding of approaching heels. When he saw her walking toward him, his jaw dropped. He couldn't hide his way of looking at her. He could look at her like that forever, he didn't care. She was like a goddess and he was a poor fortunate mortal.
"Don't you have nothing to say?"- she complained.
"Wow."- said Jane.
"You are also very nice."- she answered alluding that his onomatopoeia was a positive comment for her appearance, as she got into the car and he closed the door. Jane headed to drive, not before celebrating with a small jump on the air, thinking he hadn't been seen by Lisbon.
"I saw that Patrick... I don't know why I suspect it's our first date..."- she said with amusement.
"And it would be a problem if it were?"
"Yeah, of course, you'd be in deep trouble for lying to your girlfriend..."- Patrick swallowed heavily. This flowing with the current was going very far, he would have to face it with the truth before it was too late.
"Well, I have something important to tell you later."- Jane said as she didn't pay much attention to him.
"It's here."- Teresa said with a finger, dismissing what he was saying. The blond was confused, the place looked like a disco.
"This? But here you can't eat ... right?"- he was worried that she would make him dance.
"Aww Patrick is one of those places where you can eat and you can dance. It's called Pub."- she said with a mocking tone.
"Ohhh, but that's new to me."- he was still worried.
Immediately the parking ballet arranged them and they went to one of the tables. The atmosphere was very intimate and with low lights, the seats consisted of high chairs that surrounded each table in privacy with the rest. Jane felt comfortable again, having a warm and relaxed conversation with Lisbon as they waited for the meal.
"Well, what did you want to tell me? The place is private enough to talk about any topic."- she felt an infantile anxiety, unconsciously felt that there was an important conversation, a commitment perhaps... She had been engaged before and it didn't seem like big deal, but with this guy all the emotions were intense.
-Ehhmm... Ok I don't know if now is the right time.- he was saved by the food that was just served.
"Thank you."- Jane said to the waiter.
"Well, don't feel pressured, I assume it's a serious issue and it's not easy to talk about."- she appeased him with apparent tranquility.
"That's right... It's a subject that concerns our relationship and it's important that I tell you."- she knew, now she was the certain that he was going to propose.
"Let's Dance!"- she said in an affirmative and pseudo-order question as she removed her napkin and jumped out grabbing his hand.
"Mhh I don't think that's a good idea."- he said as he was dragged onto the dance floor.