"Living it luxurious," he whispered under his breath, I dont think he expected a reply and I did not give him one.
We laughed and we talked as we walked. For I was the one who rejected him, I started to feel as though the situation turned more like a date compared to before. I watched as everyone giggled at us as they saw him holding the bouquet. He laughed and pointed how we stop out a lot and I agreed pleasantly. By the time, we arrived at our restaurant, we became accustomised to those gazes and we never mentioned it again.
The waiter guided as to our tables and offered to look after the bouquet and his jacket. Neither of us have any preference for the food so he suggested a recommendation from the waiter. We ordered our meal and it was quite pricey that I made a remark about the expensiveness but he only replied with a smirk and a hidden glare. The food was quite nice but it wasnt outstanding, there was definitely places with better food. He said that he never judged a restaurant just by the food, but by the entirety of the restaurant. He spoke with gust about how money are spent on the service in European cultures and he yearns for a sense of prestige and attention. We talked and talked and the conversation turned to deeper themes about my religion and family and his family and his belief in religion. He chose his words carefully, despite trying to bring down Christianity. We were quite content with our main and it went extremely well with the wine. I finally saw how the wine befitted the setting and the food and the overall mood of the dinner.
We walked again to digest the food. The setting of the walk was the harbour and we did take a few photos of the setting. We arrived at the Opera Bar and spoke to each other for a bit more. The conversation was alot drier and I could feel that he wasnt with me anymore, but there was nothing I could or would do to start a conversation. He wore a more serious face and it was filled with darkness. He looked up in the sky and whispered" If there was a firework, would it be prettier if we looked at it from below or from the side?" I didnt reply to him, but he didnt seem to mind the silence. We finished up quickly and as we walked half way, i mentioned how we forgot the flowers but insisted me to stay here. He took off his jacket and wrapped it around before running back to the bar. He came back a while later with a little puff, but at least the gloom on his face disappeared. We continued on walking, he didnt insist on staying for a little longer, instead he bid me goodbye and hoped that I slept well, before he went of to meet with his friends. The meeting didn't seem planned, but perhaps he became tired of my presence. The night ended and I no longer know what is happening.