It was supposed to be just dinner But the evening took a very different turn I walked into this place by chance - I was tired after filming and just wanted wine and quiet Soft lights flowers overhead a glass of red and a plate of my favorite salmon salad I sat alone But inside it was like I was expecting someone to notice He walked over as if he was sure I was the one waiting for him We started talking Slowly with light play with innuendo I laughed caught his eye stalled He had to earn it by telling me the name of my cat And when I named her - he quietly whispered that he wanted to be my pet too This night wasn t about the food It was about the looks the electricity between your fingers when you touch the glass and the way all the no s melt away when you realize you want to continue What do you think of this made up story You want to know how it ended Maybe we can do it again sometime just you and me But then you definitely won t be just a spectator of this dinner