Delilah.’”
“’Pretty Woman?’ So that’s who we’re being compared to? I never even thought of that.”
“Yeah. I’m your Richard Gere it seems. Well, Julia Roberts, are you ready for some lunch? We’re here. Just be prepared for some camera flashing if anyone does spot us, and remember, we are here on a date – so we mustn’t talk about our big plan. As far as they are concerned – we’re a couple.”
“James, I’ve been pretending for many years. I can certainly do this. Also, I’m too hungry to care about much else.”
James laughed and the two of them made their way to the restaurant, James holding her hand the whole way. Delilah tried to smile, but she couldn’t help how nervous she felt. They found a secluded table in the far corner and sat down. Within minutes, someone had already asked if he could take their photo.
“Well, at least he asked – most of the time they take the photos without asking, which means you end up in the papers looking like you’ve seen a ghost. Some of those flashes are so bright,” James was telling her.
The moment he told her that, she heard a click and saw a flash to her left. Someone had quickly taken a photo and then scurried off. The same thing happened a few seconds later. Delilah giggled, “This is so weird for me. So my boyfriend is quite the celebrity, isn’t he?”
“I guess.” Delilah could see that he looked a bit uncomfortable, so she took his hand and squeezed it.
“Don’t worry. We’ve got this. So, what are you going to have?” she asked as she opened the menu.
“I was thinking of maybe having the avocado, bacon, and feta on a baguette. I had it the last time and it was amazing. I told myself that I’d try something new, but now I’m not so sure. It really was that good.”
“Seriously? When I have a pizza, I always go for those toppings. I’m going to join you but have it on rye.”
“I must warn you, Lilah Delilah – the sandwich is huge. This is not one of those fancy places that give you tiny, but pretty, portions.”
“Oh, you underestimate me, Mr. Gere. First of all, I’ve never been to places like that. Secondly, I have never not been able to finish my food.”
“Oh, this I’ve got to see.”
“You’ll see. You’ll be eating your words along with your sandwich.”
By the time the food arrived, Delilah was surprised to see that a full hour had passed and yet it had only felt like ten minutes at most. James was very easy to speak to, and she was amazed she felt so much affection towards him. He was the type of guy that she had always said she didn’t like – he was good-looking and he knew it.
He was arrogant and cocky and had absolutely no perception of the real world. He had never had to worry about money before, and because of that, he saw the world in some sort of unrealistic, fairy-tale way. She always hated people like that. She liked real people who knew what hardships were all about.
And yet… she found herself laughing with him and enjoying his company. She wasn’t sure if it was because he was just the type of person who was good with his words, because he was good at charming the socks off of anyone – or if perhaps deep down he really was a good guy. She guessed time would tell.
“Are you ready to eat your words, Mr. Gere?” she asked as she lifted the last of her sandwich up to her mouth. She popped it in, chewed it easily, and then swallowed.
“Okay – I’m officially impressed.” She watched as he looked down at his plate where a few mouthfuls remained.
“Do you need help with that?”
“’Pretty Woman?’ So that’s who we’re being compared to? I never even thought of that.”
“Yeah. I’m your Richard Gere it seems. Well, Julia Roberts, are you ready for some lunch? We’re here. Just be prepared for some camera flashing if anyone does spot us, and remember, we are here on a date – so we mustn’t talk about our big plan. As far as they are concerned – we’re a couple.”
“James, I’ve been pretending for many years. I can certainly do this. Also, I’m too hungry to care about much else.”
James laughed and the two of them made their way to the restaurant, James holding her hand the whole way. Delilah tried to smile, but she couldn’t help how nervous she felt. They found a secluded table in the far corner and sat down. Within minutes, someone had already asked if he could take their photo.
“Well, at least he asked – most of the time they take the photos without asking, which means you end up in the papers looking like you’ve seen a ghost. Some of those flashes are so bright,” James was telling her.
The moment he told her that, she heard a click and saw a flash to her left. Someone had quickly taken a photo and then scurried off. The same thing happened a few seconds later. Delilah giggled, “This is so weird for me. So my boyfriend is quite the celebrity, isn’t he?”
“I guess.” Delilah could see that he looked a bit uncomfortable, so she took his hand and squeezed it.
“Don’t worry. We’ve got this. So, what are you going to have?” she asked as she opened the menu.
“I was thinking of maybe having the avocado, bacon, and feta on a baguette. I had it the last time and it was amazing. I told myself that I’d try something new, but now I’m not so sure. It really was that good.”
“Seriously? When I have a pizza, I always go for those toppings. I’m going to join you but have it on rye.”
“I must warn you, Lilah Delilah – the sandwich is huge. This is not one of those fancy places that give you tiny, but pretty, portions.”
“Oh, you underestimate me, Mr. Gere. First of all, I’ve never been to places like that. Secondly, I have never not been able to finish my food.”
“Oh, this I’ve got to see.”
“You’ll see. You’ll be eating your words along with your sandwich.”
By the time the food arrived, Delilah was surprised to see that a full hour had passed and yet it had only felt like ten minutes at most. James was very easy to speak to, and she was amazed she felt so much affection towards him. He was the type of guy that she had always said she didn’t like – he was good-looking and he knew it.
He was arrogant and cocky and had absolutely no perception of the real world. He had never had to worry about money before, and because of that, he saw the world in some sort of unrealistic, fairy-tale way. She always hated people like that. She liked real people who knew what hardships were all about.
And yet… she found herself laughing with him and enjoying his company. She wasn’t sure if it was because he was just the type of person who was good with his words, because he was good at charming the socks off of anyone – or if perhaps deep down he really was a good guy. She guessed time would tell.
“Are you ready to eat your words, Mr. Gere?” she asked as she lifted the last of her sandwich up to her mouth. She popped it in, chewed it easily, and then swallowed.
“Okay – I’m officially impressed.” She watched as he looked down at his plate where a few mouthfuls remained.
“Do you need help with that?”
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