What does a girl have to do...
Saturday night, a trendy restaurant in the middle of the city, a balcony lit by candles, the view of the road merging with the vines of the place, the end of a dinner, wine glasses are all that remains on the table…the whole environment calls for romance (and I’m delighted with the sociological experiment (I think) that I have in front of me).
She, a brunette, wearing a flower dress and speaking with an accent because she doesn’t speak his language…he, white as a potato (what do you want me to say, it’s the truth), too serious, wearing glasses and looking like an intellectual.
She looks at his face, he looks straight ahead or at the table. She takes sips of wine in a flirtatious way, he doesn’t touch his glass. She fixes her hair and smiles, he’s obsessed with the table and his serious expression. She leans forward, almost halfway across the table, he doesn’t move even two centimeters. She talks animatedly, laughs at his jokes, and gets closer and closer…I’m afraid she’s going to go straight through and out the balcony, debating their strong points of view and seeming uncomfortable about the invasion of his personal space. Unexpectedly, she gathers her courage…a little kiss, on the cheek but close to the mouth…a half-stolen kiss, he looks at her as if she had hit him and continues with what must be the most important conversation in history to ignore the kiss like that. She nods patiently and slowly returns to her normal position in her chair, while continuing to nod for the rest of the night, getting closer a couple more times but now knowing what the end result will be…
If she had had a neon sign it couldn’t have been clearer…all she wanted was a kiss for dessert…what do you have to do in this world of rules and fears to plant a kiss when you want one? Why didn’t she plant one and get rid of the doubts? If it wasn’t on that balcony then when? Are we wasting our lives like this and not realizing it?…because we’re cowards? I don’t know…maybe everything just happened in my head…