Enchanted BeginningsA Chapter by Sofia NNew Version written 12/30/23I recall the initial encounter with him. He stood tall, fit, with brown hair, green eyes, light brown skin, and the most enchanting lips I had ever seen. It marked my 18th birthday, and we gathered at Olive Garden with my family. I felt radiant that day, adorned in gray shorts, a turquoise turtleneck shirt, and black heels. Confidence embraced me, a sensation I hadn't felt in ages. As we awaited a table, he approached, and his smile and eyes captivated me. While he was undeniably beautiful, it was the way he gazed at me that intrigued me - "an indication that there was something about him worth discovering. I smiled back, my head instinctively lowering in a shy response. He noticed, and his smile broadened. My enchanting moment was interrupted by my dad requesting a table for three. “Excuse me, young man… Can you please get us a table for three?” my dad politely inquired. “Of course, would you like it in the front or in the back of the place?” he responded, causing my heart to race. This guy was my type, and I didn't want this to be our last encounter. His deep, charming voice only intensified my interest. “Daddy, can we go to the back? It's quieter, and the tables are more spaced out. Look,” I pointed at the tables. “Okay, whatever you wish, Birthday Girl,” my dad said, smiling. “Okay, a table for three in the back, please follow me.” For my parents, it was a routine service, but for me, his command to follow felt like a spell. We followed as if under an unspoken directive, my cheeks blushing inexplicably. Seated, he handed us four menus and inquired about our drink preferences. “I would like a Pina Colada and a glass of water, please,” I said, aiming for sophistication. He smiled and noted it on his pad. “We want the same with some alcohol,” my dad said. Feeling somewhat foolish, I still couldn't handle alcohol and contemplated trying it someday. One Pina Colada with alcohol, I thought. Doesn't that sound great? I ordered Sautéed shrimp and scallops tossed with creamy fettuccine alfredo. Predictably, my mom and dad chose the same dish, Shrimp Primavera. When the charismatic waiter brought our orders, he presented mine first. “Here’s to the birthday Girl, a gift from the place. Your plate is free for today, and everything else you ordered, enjoy.” He said, smiling deeply and winking at me. “Thank you so much,” I expressed gratitude, and suddenly, the entire restaurant erupted into singing Happy Birthday to me. I was astonished. “Mom, Dad, oh my God, this is the most beautiful thing. I did not expect this at all,” I exclaimed, tears of happiness streaming down my face. “Well, sweetie, we are as surprised as you are because we didn’t expect this either,” my dad said, mirroring my astonishment. “But then how did this happen? Who did this?” I questioned, and that's when I noticed the charismatic waiter winking again, signaling that this was his idea. I was determined to get to know him. There was an undeniable attraction, and I was ready to express my gratitude for the unexpected gift, the last thing I anticipated that day. So, I excused myself to go to the bathroom. “I’ll be right back; I have to go to the restroom,” I said, excusing myself. “Okay, Honey,” said Daddy. As I walked toward the bathroom, I passed him and discreetly whispered for him to follow me. He did as instructed. “Hey, I want to thank you for the gift. You really put a smile on my face today. It was amazing and unexpected. No one has ever done something like that for me,” I expressed gratitude, striving not to sound flirty. He, on the other hand, gazed at me with those captivating eyes and then spoke, looking directly into my eyes. At that moment, it felt as if I had known him forever. “Hey, don’t worry. It's your birthday, right?” He said, licking his lips, which pleasantly drove me crazy. “And besides, you have a gorgeous smile. A girl with a smile like yours should smile all the time,” he said, sweeping me off my feet with that compliment. Without allowing me to thank him, he passed me a piece of paper, placed it in my hand, and walked away without uttering a word. I placed my hand on my chest, sporting the biggest smile. I tucked the piece of paper into my pocket without glancing at it, intending to read it later at home, even though I planned to go clubbing with my friends after dinner. As I stashed the paper, I started walking back to the table. It wasn’t until my dad saw my face that I realized I still wore a huge grin. “What’s with the smile?” he sarcastically inquired, always finding a way to playfully tease me. “Nothing,” I said. “I just feel immensely happy today. I mean, not every day you turn 18, right?” I added, exuding extreme happiness. “Hmmm Hmm,” they responded, continuing to enjoy their excellent meal. The remainder of the evening was delightful; the charismatic waiter and I exchanged flirtatious glances. He continued looking at me with those incredibly cute eyes that held a mysterious allure. It was a beautiful evening, but eventually, it was time to leave. As we stood up and headed towards the exit, the charismatic waiter stood by the door. As I passed by him, he whispered something. “Call me later,” he said. With those words, a roller coaster ride commenced, and two hearts began their separate journeys. I was already filled with excitement, eager to hear his voice one more time, knowing the contents of the paper he had given me when he whispered to call him. © 2023 Sofia NAuthor's Note
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10 Reviews Added on May 6, 2010 Last Updated on December 30, 2023 AuthorSofia NSanto Domingo, Santo Domingo, Dominican RepublicAboutFeel the rhythm in your words and dance to the music in them. That's what I always say. When you have a passion about something, one should not let go of it. And my passion is writing. I could take .. more..Writing
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