Dawn by Dario Marianelli
14. Restaurant
They stared at the clump of oily food sitting on the plate in front of them.
"What the hell is that?" Liz asked in wonderment.
"I haven't the foggiest idea, Lizzie," he replied sounding just as mystified.
"It looks," Liz watched as what appeared to be a claw moved slightly. She gagged. "Alive!"
"I quite agree-this looks nothing like the lobster or clam chowder we ordered." Red quipped. "They might have mistaken our order."
Liz scoffed. "I'll say."
Red shook his head in dismay and waved a waiter over to them.
"Yes, sir how can I be of service?" The waiter asked courteously with a warm smile.
"Uh, yes, I have a question. What is this?" Red asked.
The waiter's smile faltered as his gaze fell upon the unappetizing dish on the table.
"I'm not quite sure sir..." he said in a disgusted tone.
Red nodded and wrinkled his nose. "Yes,well, we didn't order this...thing."
"I apologize sir, ma'am," He said as he grabbed the plate and put it in the cart of a passing busboy to get it out of sight. "What was your order?"
"Two bowls of clam chowder and a lobster," Liz replied grinning at Red over her beer.
Red nodded. "Yes."
The waiter scribbled in his notepad. "I'll get that out as soon as I can, and I'll throw in some shark ceviche on the house for the inconvenience."
"Lovely, thank you." Red replied.
The waiter nodded and bustled away into the restaurant.
Liz laughed. "Well that was fun."
"Mmm-sorry about that, they don't usually screw my orders up that badly when I come here alone."
He gazed across the balcony over the pier as the waves crashed against the piers pillars.
The sun is slowly sinking towards the horizon; lighting the sky on fire.
She'd been hesitant to accept his offer to dine with him, her being an F.B.I agent and all. It probably wouldn't look good if Cooper happened upon one of his agents and one of his most dangerous assets keeping each other amiable company; but she found herself enjoying his company more by the minute.
"Red?"
"Hmm?" He replied distractedly, watching the incoming waves with a wistful expression. He turned to her with a small smile.
"Ressler once told me that you like sailing... and you seem to like the ocean a lot...I mean you were in the Navy and all...why do you like it so much?"
He pondered her question carefully. For a moment, Liz thought he wasn't going to answer after a lengthy pause, but then he broke the silence with a quirk of his lips
"Perhaps it's because it feels like if one is standing at the very edge of the world. You can lose the rest of the world and yourself amongst that blue...black hole. So much mystery that we haven't seen lies inside the depths of those waters."
They sat together in comfortable silence gazing out over the pier.
She didn't pull away when he took her hand and intertwined their fingers..
A/N: Love hearing your thoughts!