Post by Amélie Grey on Feb 14, 2007 13:24:10 GMT -5
Amélie walked through the doors of Heaven Restaurant and glanced around her. She couldn't see Lucas.
The 'host' came up to the little desk.
"Hi," Amélie smiled. "I have a table reserved under Lucas Dorrian? He should be here already."
"Oh yes," the host smiled. "He is. Follow me please."
She followed him over to a table in the corner, looking around her. It was twenty past one in the afternoon and candles were burning in the room. Yes, it was a nice touch, but it was a little pointless.
"Over here," the host said, showing her to the table were Lucas was sitting.
He smiled at her. He was wearing an open black shirt and black trousers. "Heya," he smiled.
"Hey," she said, as the host pulled out the chair for her. She sat down. "Thank you," she said.
"Happy Valentine's Day," Lucas said, handing her a long crimson box.
"Happy Valentine's Day to you too," she said, taking it. "What is it?"
"You have to open it," he grinned.
She opened it. "Oh Lucas, it's beautiful," she sighed.
It was a shining silver charm bracelet, with a single charm, a delicate rose.
"Like you," he said, then laughed. "I'm sorry, I had to be cheesy."
She smiled, looked up and caught his eyes. "Thank you."
"Here," he said, smiling. "Let me put it on."
He lifted the bracelet out of the box and fastened it on her slim wrist.
"Thank you so much," she said. "It's beautiful."
"You're very welcome," he said.
She lifted the long gift bag from beside her. "Okay, this is part of your present, and I know you'll like it."
And she did know. She'd been looking for it for ages. A few years back, Lucas had been to Rome, and had been at a wine bar. He wasn't a big wine drinker, but he'd had this one vintage Italian merlot and had fallen in love with it. He'd been searching ever since for the wine, but since he only remembered the label and not the name, it was a bit of a fruitless search. So Amélie had pleaded with Steve, the owner of the bar opposite the hospital, to help her out. He'd lived in France for a few years and was a real soft touch. He also knew a hell of a lot about wine. As in a hell of a lot.
He knew what the wine was, and Amélie pleaded him to order it in for her. It cost her a fortune, but she knew Lucas would be thrilled.
And Steve had ordered in a case, so there was more of it in the bar.
He lifted the bottle out of the tissue paper. "Oh my God," he said, reading the label. "Where did you get that?! I've been looking for this for three years!"
"I have my ways," Amélie said, smiling enigmatically.
"Holy cow," he said, thrilled. "Thank you so much!"
"My pleasure," she smiled. "And a bit of advice, uncork it then leave it to breathe for half an hour."
"This is great Amy! Where did you find it?"
"I have my ways!" she repeated, laughing. "And there's more that you can buy after this bottle."
"Did you have to import this from Italy?" he asked.
"Yes. Well, Steve did," she amended. "I had to plead and plead with him."
"Thank you so much!" he smiled, thrilled to pieces.
"Oh, and there's this as well," she said, handing him a gift-wrapped box. It was a gift set of his favorite aftershave, which had a lovely scent, spicy and warm.
He opened it. "Oh thanks! I'll wear it tonight," he said, leaning over the table to kiss her cheek.
"You're welcome, and thank you for the bracelet," she said, looking at it gleam in the candlelight. It really was beautiful, and it was such a perfect gift. It made her think just how much she loved him. She met his eyes as he smiled at her, and fell for his smile all over again, like every time. There was something about it; it was just so east and relaxed, and his teeth were perfect. And his eyes lit up and were just perfectly perfect...
"Still dreading tonight?" she asked.
He laughed. "I was never dreading it, I was just dreading the traumatic memories."
She laughed. "So, how did you need to get your stomach pumped?"
The 'host' came up to the little desk.
"Hi," Amélie smiled. "I have a table reserved under Lucas Dorrian? He should be here already."
"Oh yes," the host smiled. "He is. Follow me please."
She followed him over to a table in the corner, looking around her. It was twenty past one in the afternoon and candles were burning in the room. Yes, it was a nice touch, but it was a little pointless.
"Over here," the host said, showing her to the table were Lucas was sitting.
He smiled at her. He was wearing an open black shirt and black trousers. "Heya," he smiled.
"Hey," she said, as the host pulled out the chair for her. She sat down. "Thank you," she said.
"Happy Valentine's Day," Lucas said, handing her a long crimson box.
"Happy Valentine's Day to you too," she said, taking it. "What is it?"
"You have to open it," he grinned.
She opened it. "Oh Lucas, it's beautiful," she sighed.
It was a shining silver charm bracelet, with a single charm, a delicate rose.
"Like you," he said, then laughed. "I'm sorry, I had to be cheesy."
She smiled, looked up and caught his eyes. "Thank you."
"Here," he said, smiling. "Let me put it on."
He lifted the bracelet out of the box and fastened it on her slim wrist.
"Thank you so much," she said. "It's beautiful."
"You're very welcome," he said.
She lifted the long gift bag from beside her. "Okay, this is part of your present, and I know you'll like it."
And she did know. She'd been looking for it for ages. A few years back, Lucas had been to Rome, and had been at a wine bar. He wasn't a big wine drinker, but he'd had this one vintage Italian merlot and had fallen in love with it. He'd been searching ever since for the wine, but since he only remembered the label and not the name, it was a bit of a fruitless search. So Amélie had pleaded with Steve, the owner of the bar opposite the hospital, to help her out. He'd lived in France for a few years and was a real soft touch. He also knew a hell of a lot about wine. As in a hell of a lot.
He knew what the wine was, and Amélie pleaded him to order it in for her. It cost her a fortune, but she knew Lucas would be thrilled.
And Steve had ordered in a case, so there was more of it in the bar.
He lifted the bottle out of the tissue paper. "Oh my God," he said, reading the label. "Where did you get that?! I've been looking for this for three years!"
"I have my ways," Amélie said, smiling enigmatically.
"Holy cow," he said, thrilled. "Thank you so much!"
"My pleasure," she smiled. "And a bit of advice, uncork it then leave it to breathe for half an hour."
"This is great Amy! Where did you find it?"
"I have my ways!" she repeated, laughing. "And there's more that you can buy after this bottle."
"Did you have to import this from Italy?" he asked.
"Yes. Well, Steve did," she amended. "I had to plead and plead with him."
"Thank you so much!" he smiled, thrilled to pieces.
"Oh, and there's this as well," she said, handing him a gift-wrapped box. It was a gift set of his favorite aftershave, which had a lovely scent, spicy and warm.
He opened it. "Oh thanks! I'll wear it tonight," he said, leaning over the table to kiss her cheek.
"You're welcome, and thank you for the bracelet," she said, looking at it gleam in the candlelight. It really was beautiful, and it was such a perfect gift. It made her think just how much she loved him. She met his eyes as he smiled at her, and fell for his smile all over again, like every time. There was something about it; it was just so east and relaxed, and his teeth were perfect. And his eyes lit up and were just perfectly perfect...
"Still dreading tonight?" she asked.
He laughed. "I was never dreading it, I was just dreading the traumatic memories."
She laughed. "So, how did you need to get your stomach pumped?"