HAPPINESS
"We haven't done this in a while!", Will said laughing. He and Diane sat in a bar to celebrate the celebrate the fact that they had won their case in court today.
"Yes - but I don't really know why", Diane admitted and finished her scotch. There were sitting there for more than two hours now - and got drunk by and by. They were talking about everything that came to their mind, very openly and just enjoyed a nice conversation.
"So Diane, what does your boyfriend do?"
"You don't always have to call him this way!"
"Call him what?", Will asked having no clue.
"My boyfriend", Diane said as she got another drink.
"Why not? He is, isn't he?"
"Well yes, he is", she had to admit.
"So I can call him this name, can't I?"
"Well... no. Somehow I don't like this term", Diane told him.
"And how is it going?", Will wanted to know. He sounded a bit worried, Diane could tell from the tone of his voice. It hade her smile. Will had become her best friends over the years - something like another brother to her.
"It's good", she answered shortly.
"Just good?"
"Well... no... I mean... you know... I... I really enjoying myself", she told him, not knowing what else to say. She liked spending time with George - but didn'T like to spend time thinking about the point at which they were in their relationship or where this would lead to.
"Are young man that enjoyable?", Will joked.
"Yes, he really is!", Diane answered after a short break. Then she went on: "He is so... romantic and highly literate. He loves to read novels, poems and then tells me about. He is so good-natured - helping out at the nursing home. He is so musical - playing piano and sax with such a lot of passion. He is so well-educated, a real gentleman and a loyal liberal..."
"...loyal liberal...", the sequens of the two words made Will laugh.
"God, you really are drunk!", Diane told him laughing.
"Same to you!"
"... and he is very passionate..." Diane moved closer to Will as she continued: "...an amazing lover..."
Will grined mischeivous. "Diane is in love", he started to sing.
"Oh shut up!"
"You know what? Somehow I don't like your boyfriend. He is handsome, attractive, nice, charming, successful - and at all: he isn't even 40." Will took another sip from his glass. "...And this hair..."
Diane laughed out loudly.
"He really doesn't fit to me, doesn't he?", she asked. Will wasn't sure if she sounded serious or not. Was she joking or did she really have doubts?
"Are you joking?", he asked her. He was to drunk to beat around the bush - he had to ask her directly.
"I ...", Diane paused. As she wanted to go on Will's phone rang.
"I have to take this", he told her and left her alone. She waited for him to return - but as he did he was in a rush, told her he had a possible client to meet, didn'T have much time - and left. Diane was stunned. Did he really just leave her? She was sure that it wasn'T about a possible client - it was about a young woman who suddenly had some time left for him... A bit angry she left the bar. She was drunk. She hadn't been in years. She decided not to go home yet.
xxxxx
"I like waking up next to you", George told her the next morning. He held her in his arms, kissed her hair. "It was a nice suprise as you stood infront of my door", he told her.
As they were having breakfast later, he asked: "Do you already have plans for the evening?"
"Not yet", she answered.
"Good! Then we should have dinner together. I have plans", he told her and smiled happily.
xxxxx
"Can you believe it that we are in a firm relationship for ten months?", he asked her, as they were walking down the Chicago river. She was wearing his jacket as it was quite a cold night.
"Hardly", she said laughing.
He took his hand, kissed her carefully. She moved closer to him so that he could put his arm around her shoulder.
"Do you remember our first date?", he asked her.
"You mean our business meeting as you called it?"
They both had to laugh.
"We had won the Jefferson case. We were in the same restaurant as today", George said remembering.
"...and we were in the same pub", Diane added.
"...and took the same walk as we do now", George finished.
"Oh no, George! You have planned all of this?"
"Well... yes I have", George said. Diane couldn't resist to smile as she saw the proud look on his face.
"I'm impressed", she told him. "You rwally are creative and imaginative!"
"Oh no... Is this a kind of anniversay?", she asked and then added: "Have I really forgotten this?"
"It's okay", he told her. "It's not a real anniversay. Back then everything was nice and easy. It wasn't offical..."
"...no George, I should have remembered!"
He stopped and took her into her arms. "You were busy during the last week. It really is okay!"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. I am." he told her and kissed her softly. He moved behind her and hugged her from behind. They stood there, cuddling, looking at the river.
"It's a beautiful night", she whispered.
"So are you", he said and conjured a smile on her lips. He let her go and Diane turned around.
"You are such a wonderful man", she told him, kissing him more passionately.
As their lips seperated, they remained close, forehad to forehad, their eyes closed. The moment was wonderful. He broke it as he said: "I have to ask you something."
"Really? What is it?", Diane asked, moving a bit appart from him and waiting for a question, not expecting him to go down on his knees. It took her some time to realise what was happening.
"Diane, we have known for more than one year now and since then... it's like life it getting better and better. You changed me. Since I'm with you I'm a better person. I admire you, I'm impressed by you, I'm in love with you and so much more. I love, Diane. I love you more than life. I'm so happy with you - but I'd be even happier if I'd be able to call you my wife."
"George...", Diane tried to stopp him but he didn't let her.
"Diane, do you wanna marry me?"
