Michael found a parking space only a block from the restaurant. He parked the car and walked around to open the door for her. Sara got out of the car and again he offered her his arm. She felt so safe with Michael, soft and sexy, protected. She took his arm again and leaned in to him as they walked the short way to the restaurant.
As they entered Sara noticed the name of the restaurant, Cabral's. It had only been a short drive from her apartment, but she had never been here before. She wondered how Michael knew about it. She took in her surroundings as Michael spoke to the maitre d'. The restaurant was elegant. This was not the sort of place you came to in jeans and a t-shirt.
A few minutes later they were being escorted to a table toward the back of the dinning room. The maitre d' held out her chair for her and they both took their seats. Immediately the waiter approached with the menus and wine selection. Michael spoke up and told the waiter they wouldn't be having any wine this evening. Although there was nothing in his parole stipulations saying he couldn't drink alcohol, this night was for Sara and he wouldn't be drinking when she couldn't.
After taking their drink order, the waiter departed and Sara began to look at her menu. She felt Michael's eyes on her and looked up. His menu lay closed on the table in front of him. "Aren't you going to look over the menu?"
"I already know what I'm having," he said.
Michael had that look on his face like he knew something you didn't. "And what is that?" Sara asked.
He placed his napkin across his lap and met her eyes. "I thought I would have the same thing you're having."
Sara knew she was missing something but wasn't sure what. She glanced down at the menu again and began to scan for what she thought Michael thought she would choose for dinner. She stopped and a smile lit her face as she looked back across the table at Michael.
He had been watching her. From the look on her face Michael could tell she had put the puzzle together. He met her smile with one of his own, "that is if you haven't changed you mind."
Their waiter returned to their table with the drinks. "Have you decided on what you will be having for dinner this evening?"
Sara had almost been on the verge of bursting out laughing she was so happy when the waiter had approached. She had rained herself in but wasn't sure she could talk at the moment. Instead she bit her lower lip and just nodded to Michael.
"Yes. I think we will both be having your filet minion tonight."
"That is an excellent choice. Two filet minion dinners." The waiter took the menus and headed back to place their order.
Although Michael had been talking to the waiter his eyes had never left Sara. She was so beautiful. She had been his ray of light in a sea of darkness for the last two years. He would do everything he could to make her happy.