Chapter Eight

She is still not entirely sure why she agreed to this dinner after all, but there's no way back anymore. Not that she wants to change her mind now, even if she could, she is having a great time with him, a fun night out, with a handsome man. The case is over, the pressure is off, they are eating roast beef and drinking wine. The conversation between them is flowing. And there's nothing more she could ask for at that moment.

"What about your funniest law school memory?" he picks their next topic and she doesn't have to do a lot of thinking until that certain memory already makes her chuckle.

"You really don't want to hear that story."

"Sure I do. Come on, humour me!"

"All right, but don't forget that I warned you," she says with a smile and puts her knife and fork on the side of the plate. She takes a sip of her wine and holding the glass she starts to tell the story.

"Once I lost a bet," she says, her eyes focusing on her glass for a short while before she looks at him again, "It was stupid, and definitely the last time I made a bet to the verdict of a trial. Even if it was just a mock trial, I've learnt my lesson," she says with a smile, "Anyway the winner could dare the loser to do something she normally wouldn't do and…ok, I'm really not sure I should go on with this story."

"You can't stop now, I promise I won't laugh…or at least not too loud."

She's tempted to throw something, maybe just a napkin at him at this point, but she suppresses the urge and decides to finish what she's started.

"For my next jury mock trial, for closing arguments I had to dress and act like a….slut."

Of course he is unable to hold back his laughter, but at least keeps his promise and does it in a dignified way.

"Fortunately the T.A. who played the judge had a sense of humour and let me play along and I have to tell you it was fun and the jury loved my performance along with the audience. Of course later I had to repeat the whole thing in my usual way, but every time I take the floor for my closing argument I remember this little scene."

"I would have loved to see that!"

"Thank god no one had their own video camera back then, so they can't hold it against me."

"I'm sure you became very popular afterwards."

She only replies with a smile to his statement.

"Now it's your turn."

"Sure, so my story happened…"

"Diane?"

They both turn their attention to the woman who approaches their table.