That night

The candle’s reflection flickered in her grey blue eyes.

‘Such a beautiful song’, she said. ‘Apparently, it’s the most common ironic soundtrack to destructions and wars in movies and documentaries’ she continued, while the piano was playing ‘What a wonderful world’.

Fires passed through my mind, yet the only fires around were the candles and the sparkles in our eyes (and the one in the kitchen cooking our food).

The wine was strong and plenty. We were drinking with ease like an experienced wine tester couple. The food was excellent, tasty; a medium to well done carefully cooked steak with fresh cream, mushrooms, a hint of black pepper and rice in my plate.Salmon with mashed potatoes mixed with spinach and a crust of herbs in her plate. The rocket salad with mushrooms, croutons and fertility’s pomegranate in olive oil and balsamic vinegar lay in the middle. The night gave in to our pace while the wine’s level was dropping dangerously.

‘I don’t date’ she said, deep down smiling, knowing that the comment had no grounds.

‘I do’ I said ‘but I prefer when things start spontaneously’. It didn’t matter, we were dating and things did start spontaneously one night.

The stars –us- met at a place facing the glowing city lights, invisible actually from the place we were sitting. Again it didn’t matter. The bar was rocky, naked from people -even the barman left for some time; low subtle lights, Latin Jazz played by Athens’ ‘Kosmos’ radio and yes… we were drunk with wine and with each other.