A/N: So obviously I don't own the X-Files, sad I know. Komi is a restaurant in DC which I have been DYING to try. From what I've read about reviews online, it's comprised of Mediterranean and Spanish dishes. Sorry if you've eaten here and none of the dishes match.
Friday came faster than he had anticipated. It was 7:50pm and he arrived at the restaurant somewhat early, well it was early for him anyway. His palms started to sweat. Sure, he'd had his fair share of first dates but this one was different. He couldn't put his finger on it but it just felt, different. Mulder's mind started to race. 'What if I spill on her dress? What if I run out of things to talk about? What if I start rambling about life outside of earth and completely weird her out?' His thoughts were interrupted when the waiter stopped by his table.
"Sir can I get you started with anything?"
"Ah, yes a glass of water and two glasses of your finest wine."
"I'll be back shortly." He checked his phone again, 8:05pm. Hey Scully, just wanted to get an eta. I ordered you a glass of wine already. I hope you drink wine and I mean I hope you're even legal to drink. Wow okay, um, see you soon.
Thirty-five minutes passed and the waiter came with their assortment of dishes. It looked delicious, he wasn't exactly sure what the dishes were or how to pronounce them. He looked across the table and Scully still hadn't shown up. He felt stupid. 'I'm wasting my time' He thought to himself.
"You dining by yourself tonight sir?" The waiter challenged.
"I think I just got stood up. Wouldn't be the first time." Mulder sighed.
"Would you like boxes for your dishes?"
"And the check along with them, that'd be great. Thanks."
"I'll be right back, would you like another glass of wine while you wait? I won't put this on the bill."
"Do you have any bourbon or scotch?"
"We only serve beer and wine, sorry my friend."
"Wine would be excellent." The waiter took his serving platter and walked back to the kitchen.
Somebody sat across from Mulder but it wasn't Scully. He wore a tux, clean shaven, and wore cologne that surprisingly wasn't overbearing. "Can I help you?" Mulder asked the green-eyed, well put together man.
"I'm Sebastian Diakos, I'm the owner." He held out his hand to shake Mulder's and spoke with a thick Greek accent.
"I don't understand, have I done something wrong?" Mulder shook his hand.
"Not at all!" He laughed. "I would like to join you for dinner. I overheard your waiter mention you were eating alone and I thought I would join you. I mean if that's okay."
"Yeah, that'd be great. I have plenty of food to go around." Sebastian laughed and Mulder chuckled slightly. Diakos handed him the first dish, "We'll start off simple. Greek Salad. What is your name son?"
"Oh I'm so sorry. I'm Fox. Fox Mulder."
"Nice to meet you Fox."
"Please, call me Mulder."
"Okay, Mulder. Tell me about her."
"About who?"
"The girl who stood you up."
"Oh, her." He said sadly. "Well her name is Dana and tonight was our first date."
"Ouch, that's rough kid."
"Tell me about it." He took another sip of his wine.
"Tell me about how you guys met and why you decided that she was the one to bring here."
"Well, actually we met just this past Monday in our introductory Psychology course. Don't worry we're both of age, I'm twenty two and she's twenty one." He prayed that she was twenty one. "And you're probably thinking what are college level juniors doing in an intro psychology course. I decided after two years of not knowing what to do in school, I decided to head into the psychology world. I'm fascinated by the human brain. Her I'm not really sure about but she's going into the medical field."
"So you met in class. Ah, young love. Describe her."
"She has hair that resembles the color of fire. She has porcelain skin that's so softer than baby skin and piercing blue eyes you get lost in. She moves with grace despite her injuries-" Sebastian interrupted him.
"Injuries? Please tell me you aren't.." He trailed off.
"Oh god no! She was injured during the Olympics." Mulder reassured him.
"Olympics? Dana? You're dating Dana Scully?!" He nearly screamed with excitement. The entire restaurant looked at them.
"Could you keep it down a little and yes, the famous Dana Scully. How do you know about her?"
"How did you not know about her? Her first year competing in the Olympics, she had a nearly perfect score in the long program and despite her career-ending fall in her short, she still managed to score a near perfect. She's considered one of the best figure skaters in the world, even though she doesn't compete anymore. It's a shame."
"It really is," he gave a small laugh and spoke again, "You know what's funny. She is taking dance even though he doctor told her not to. She's a stubborn one."
"She could really hurt herself if she keeps dancing. Have you told her your thoughts about it?"
"I told her if it gets too unbearable to stop right away but she assured me that she's okay. Stubborn Scully." Mulder took a bite of something that he wasn't too sure about. "Hey what's this?"
"Ah, Dolmathakia. Grape leaves stuffed with rice and pine nuts, drizzled with olive oil."
"That's what the odd taste is. It's not bad, it's just something I'm not accustomed to I should say."
"Just wait until you try this," He handed Mulder the next dish. "Kolokythi. I want you to try and guess what's in this dish."
"Okay." Mulder took a rather large bite of the Kolokythi and really savored the taste. He really liked this. "Olive oil of course, judging by the color, I'd say this is a roasted squash and are those pine nuts?"
"Yes young Mulder!" Diakos was surprised to say the least.
"There's this taste that I can't describe, is there something else in it?"
"Yes, it's called tahini sauce."
"I'm gonna need a recipe for that sauce, it's absolutely divine."
"I'll send some home with you. How does that sound?"
"Awesome!" He looked at what Sebastian was eating. "What's that?"
"Mousakka. It's a traditional Greek dish; sautéed eggplant, minced meat with béchamel sauce. Try it." Sebastian spoon fed Mulder like a child or a young couple in love.
"It's mighty fine! Goddamn that's good." Diakos chuckled.
"It's my absolute favorite dish in the selection."
"Anything else I haven't tried?"
"We're going to play the guessing game again. This dish is called Fasolada." Mulder took a soup full, well actually two.
"Tomatoes, carrots, onions, celery," He took another bite. "beans, and herbs."
"You forgot one ingredient my friend. It's one we use for every dish."
"Ah yes, olive oil. What's that?" Mulder pointed to Saghanaki.
"Pan fried kefalograviera with lemon and oregano also known as Saghanaki."
"That's heavenly." He looked down at what Sebastian was eating and questioned, "Is that duck baklava?"
"You've had baklava before?"
"A long time ago. I've never had it from an authentic Greek restaurant before."
"You have five more dishes, pick one and take the rest home." Mulder looked at all the dishes carefully and then chose. "That one."
"Ah, the only non Greek food in the selection! Quite delicious in fact." He picked up the plate and handed it to Mulder. "Your final dish, I present Pisto. It's a Spanish Ratatouille." Mulder took a hefty bite. This one was a little spicy for his taste but he still enjoyed it.
"Holy shit."
"Right?!" Sebastian took a sip of his wine. He checked his watch. 10:15pm "Κοιτα την ΩΡΑ! Well, Mr. Mulder, seeing as the restaurant is now empty because it's now closed. I must be heading off."
"Can I get the check?" Mulder asked his waiter.
"Dinner's on me tonight." Sebastian told him.
"No please, let me pay for dinner."
"I insist. Now, find out where that Ms. Scully is and dinner's on me next time."
"You can't do that."
"Of course I can Mulder, I own the restaurant!"
"Thanks again!"
"You're welcome. I loved chatting with you. Go get your girl!" Diakos chuckled to himself.
Where's Dana?