Marry me

      I'm in some kind of restaurant. She's sitting on the other side of the table, smiling. I look around. My eyes meets the eyes of a person near our table, he looks at me and then at her and immediately turns his head back to his table. I look at her, she's still smiling and now she's talking about something. My tea is just barely warm. There's an untouched piece of lemon near the cup. "are you listening Nathan ?". She's worried about my mood. I could tell it from her face, her eyebrows are faintly frowned and she sets this very serious but full of warmth voice. I nod my head, both in agreement with the fact that I am alright and that I am listening, though my mind is somewhere else at that moment. I notice a couple of more people glancing at us and sort of frowning in disapproval. Finally I am able to concentrate on what she's talking about. She was telling me how she wants to spend her summer vacation. You could see happiness glowing in her eyes. I wanted to say - "I want to go with you.". But my mind successfully convinced me that I should keep my mouth shut. I wouldn't be able to make her happy. Or so we believed.

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