Chapter 52: Chapter 52

"We're here!" Cole finally announced, getting her out of her head.

He stopped the car and unlocked the car.

Before Amy could keep her phone in her purse and get herself ready, Cole rushed out of the car and ran over to her door, startling her a little bit.

He gently opened the door and bowed, stretching his free hand to help her out for the car.

"Stop being too dramatic, Cole," she smiled at his gentlemanly gesture as she got down from the SUV.

Right in front of them was a big restaurant with a name so fancy, she couldn't even pronounce it. All she knew was that it was French. The exterior looked like a luxury five star hotel, and the glass door give a little insight of what inside looked like.

They got into the restaurant, and her eyes widened, fascinated by the beauty of the interior of the building.

The high ceilings were beautified by crystal chandeliers and the red rug on the floor made it cozy and warm. There were a lot of people chatting in low voices, and they all had attires that made her look and feel out of place. The walls had beautiful paintings that one could admire forever. The dark colors of gold and burgundy oil paints on the wall made the room smell of elegance instead of actual meal aroma.

A waiter met them at the entrance and greeted us.

"Good evening, Mr. Cole. Did you book a seat with us, sir?" The waiter asked.

They knew his name? Maybe he was a regular customer here.

"Yes, I did. Table twenty-four," Cole replied, and barely seconds into the search for his name, the waiter looked up at them.

"You can come in, sir," he smiled.

He led them into the restaurant and took them to their seats. The table number sounded very random, but the waiter led them to a part of the restaurant away from the rest of the guests. It was just the both of them, a chef and a waiter on standby. The room contained a single table with two seats waiting to be occupied.

The room was cozy, yet elegant.

"This... This is beautiful. You didn't have to do this much, Cole. You could've taken me anywhere, instead of stressing yourself," she said as the waiter sat them down and left to get the meal.

"Well, a friend of mine owns the place, so I didn't really stress myself. Besides, nothing I do is stressful, so far I'm doing it for you. You're worth every effort I can put in," he said.

"You're going to make my cheeks burn red if you give me one more compliment," she blushed hard.

"Okay, let's give it a go. You're still beautiful as you were seven years ago. I think you use a potion that makes you age backwards," he said, and Amy could feel the heat behind her ears begin to build up from too much smiling.

The waiter came with an ice bucket, containing a bottle of wine. He gently placed it on the table and took out the bottle of wine.

"Good evening, sir, ma'am," the attendant greeted with a smile on his face as he began opening the bottle of wine.

"Allow me to introduce this wine to you. This wine right here is a Sauvignon Blanc...," Amy hadn't even heard about the wine before. The introductions and history of the wine sounded like French to her.

"I hope you like it," he said as he poured it.

Unfortunately, he didn't hold the bottle well as he began pouring it, and he mistakenly poured the liquid all over the table, most of it dripping on Amy's dress.

"Oh, my gosh!! I'm... I'm so sorry!!" He gasped and apologized.

"Daniel!! What the hell is wrong with you?!! Why would you do that to her?!!! Why are you so clumsy?!!" Cole snarled at him, angrily.

"I'm sorry, boss! I'm so sorry. I'm really sorry!" He begged profusely.

"Oh, no. It's just wine. Don't worry about it," she said, trying to calm the situation.

She didn't know why Cole was making a fuss about it. It was just wine.

"Get out of here, now!" He instructed.

The waiter bowed and frantically scurried away into the kitchen.

"Amy, I'm so sorry about that. Please forgive him," he pleaded.

She couldn't help but chuckle.

"Cole, it's just wine. It's wasn't even much-"

"You know what, when we're done eating here. I need to make it up to you by making you a meal," he said.

"What? You want to make a meal? At your house?" She asked to be sure.

"I think it's better if we have dinner at my house. There'll be no disturbances or silly mistakes," he promised.

Amy was so amused by his assurance, that she wanted to test it.

"Okay. Let's see what you're capable of," she agreed and got up.

He led her out of the restaurant to his car and he drove away.

***

"Wow! You have a beautiful place!" Amy cooed as she gawked in awe.

The house was simple enough for a bachelor, but it still looked exquisite. The black sofas complimented the white washed walls. The house felt very cozy.

"Why don't you take a seat here, while I whip something up for you," he said and she agreed.

He went to the kitchen, and before long, Amy began perceiving the aroma of the meal.

A little after fifteen minutes, he came out with two plates of spaghetti and meatballs, and set it on the table.

"Woah! This looks good!" Amy exclaimed in surprise. She didn't expect it to look this good.

"Have a bite and tell me whether you like it," he said as he sat down.

She dug her fork in and filled her mouth with some spaghetti.

Her eyes widened in relish.

"Hmmm!! You didn't tell me you cooked this good!" She said with her mouth full.

"Is it good?"

"Is that even a question? You should start a restaurant business! This is too good!" She replied to him, and he couldn't help but chuckle.

"Well, my dad forced me to learn some recipes back in the day. I hated those cooking sessions, but I'm happy they're paying off now," he smiled.

They chatted about several things as they ate. From how their lives had been since highschool, to memories of the past.

"Amy?" Cole called when they were almost done with their meal.

"Yeah?"

"I wanna apologize," he said.

"For what?" She asked, surprised.

"For the trouble I caused you. For getting you pregnant and disappearing. Even though I didn't know about the pregnancy, I shouldn't have walked out that way. I apologize for trying to take your son from you. I was just a little pissed, and lot jealous of the bond you shared. I was scared that I wouldn't get to be in his life. I'm sorry for all the emotional trauma I caused you. I'm surprised that you still deem me worthy of your time, and I will forever cherish this moment..."

As he spoke, the lights shone on his face. Most of what he said didn't get to Amy. She didn't know if it was the red wine, but he looked extremely handsome tonight. Maybe it was because she hadn't taken her time to study his features all this while.

From his flawless skin to deep bluish green eyes that could make any girl get lost, everything about him seemed perfect. His pointed nose accentuated his mustache. His sharp jawline was blessed with just about the right amount of beards.

And his lips...

His red lips shined more because of the oil from the spaghetti.

"Amy? Were you listening to me? Are you even here?" He asked her.

A naughty thought crossed her mind.

Without thinking, she reached for his face and leaned closer to him.