-sweetie, you can put your eyes back in their sockets now – she scolds gently and sips melted dark chocolate from her cup.
-what do you mean? – he asks, trying to put up a nonchalant air.
-I mean that you have been staring at that woman for the last 10 minutes. It is a wonder her partner has not come to break your nose yet.
-no I haven’t – he counters even though they both know it is true. And, while he is a good liar, she is an even better people reader, so this type of conversation never lasts very long.
-well, -he finally admits after the reluctant silence that engulfs them both.-she is just somebody I never expected to see again, that’s all.
-how so? – she asks.
-I used to know her before, before my divorce. but I thought she was living abroad.
He knows she can hear the difference in his voice, that slight thinning that comes with talking about sensitive issues.
-we kind of had a short affair for a while. –he admits, not waiting for the question. She does not speak.
-look, I am a different man now –he continues. – since I met you, I have no need of anybody else.
-I am not a cheater –he insists, while she still does not speak – but I was so unhappy then, so unfulfilled.
-that woman seduced me! –he whispers angrily – I was weak, you have to understand. She seduced me, then she became unmanageable and I wanted to break it up.
-poor innocent victim – she says, slowly licking the spoon in such a fashion that could be very insulting, if it does not remind him of the prowess of her tongue.
-then what happened? She go to your wife? – she wants to know having no respect at all for his visible wound.
-she betrayed me. – he says and stops. He cannot hold it for long though. She knows. She waits.
-she sent me pictures of my wife with somebody else.-he says, a miserable look in his face. –so I got divorced and became bitter towards all women. Only you, only you helped me regain faith.
– I did? – she asks, a bit surprised at his candor. While he loudly voices his feelings a tad too often, he rarely admits what her hold on him really is.
He is still looking at the other woman, deeply in conversation with her own partner, seemingly unaware of the rest of the world. Yep that is what she used to do with him too, that slut, give him her undivided attention, make him think he was the only man in the world. And the fool he was, he believed her bullshit. Oh well, he knows better now.
-I have to leave. –the girl announces – My break is over.
She gets up, bends over slightly to give him a kiss ( a touch of luscious lips, nothing more) and then retreats, without seeing his surprised face. When the waiter comes with the bill, he pays and leaves as well, a sinking feeling on his stomach that only another lost game can bring.