He came closely to our table and his brother followed him behind. I stood up by inertia when he reached out his hand and lifted me out of my chair, then brought his lips to my cheek and kissed me twice.
—Good night Ada, nice to see you again—he said, looking into my eyes. I couldn't take my eyes off his lips, that by touching of my face, made my blood pump so hard that I felt like I was going to faint at any moment.
—He...He...Hello Michael— I hesitated as best I could and sat down in the chair quickly so that I could stop shaking. He followed my steps closely with his eyes. What a sight! The two times I saw him, I didn't have the chance to see his face, but now, inches away from me, I could contemplate those blue eyes; but not just any blue, no, the turquoise blue that bathes the coasts of the Caribbean added to a faint grey that surrounded his pupil. It was hard not to get lost in them.
— I'll have the baked sea bream with a tomato and lemon salad, oh, and a bottle of the best Rioja you have—said Michael closing the menu card with disinterest and then stared at me. Was this a challenge?
—I hope you like Spanish wine—he whispered in my ear. My skin crawled.
Even though I was born in Spain, I never got to taste their wine; firstly, because I only lived there for two years and secondly because importing wine from Spain to the United States or Canada was worth $300 a bottle. I couldn't afford it.
—Yes, although for fish, I would recommend sticking with white wine as it pairs better— I said, looking up at him as a challenge, confident in the words I remembered from my father who once said to me: In Spain I learned that fish goes better with white wine and meat with red.
—Pardon...Charles— said Michael, reading the badge hanging from the waiter's jacket. —Bring us a bottle of Emilio Rojo's white wine—added, smiling and winking at me.
—Yes, Mr. Rider, as you please— said the waiter, and went away.
—So you know about wines, huh? — said Lucifer, not taking his blue eyes off me, while Emma and Will seemed too much occupied in giving each other's ears.
—No...but my father taught me to choose wisely— I blushed again as my eyes met his.
— What's the matter with you, Ada, since when do you know about wine? Behave yourself and stop looking like a child—said the cricket in my head.
Michael...Mike...the basketball player seemed to be a reserved man, he kept his gaze when he spoke and didn't laugh at anyone's jokes or banter, unlike his brother; a cheerful guy who always had a smile on his face.
When William or Emma asked him a question, I took advantage of his being distracted to look at him; he had a rather accentuated profile, his set jaw hardened the features of his face, and his nose was broad and large, but not excessively so. He wore a blue shirt that matched his eyes and, when he leaned forward on his elbows, his entire back was marked with perfectly sculpted muscles on it.
Our waiter had finished his shift, and a dark-haired girl came to replace him. She couldn't take her eyes off the basketball player, every time she came to pick up a plate, she brushed her hand against his. When picking up the last one, she dropped a napkin with something written on it next to his hand. Not thinking too much about it, I picked up my glass of wine and poured it over the paper, wiping away any traces of ink.
I don't know what made me do it, whether it was the four glasses of wine or the uncontrollable jealousy that flooded my mind when I saw her smiling at him. She was much prettier than me and for sure appeal hi.
—Ada baby, will you come with me to the bathroom please? — Emma said as the waitress picked up the mess I had made. I apologised for my clumsiness and followed my friend to the sink.
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—Ada, what's wrong with you tonight? Is everything all right? Did you like Mike? —Emma asked me, walking over to the huge mirror hanging on the wall and taking some setting powder and lipstick out of her handbag.
— Yes, I liked him, it's just the wine, I haven't had any for a while and I'm a bit dizzy— I faked.
How was I going to tell Emma that I had been completely captivated by her brother-in-law since I saw him at the airport?
We left the bathroom and prepared my wallet to spend every penny I had on my credit card, estimated to be about $2,000. William and Michael were waiting for us at the front door, chatting quietly while Will smoked a cigarette.
—But shouldn't we pay before we go? —I said nervously, rubbing my hands together. The brothers burst out laughing.
—Don't worry, if you come with me, you'll never have to pay for anything— said Lucifer taking the car keys out of his pocket and waving them as a sign that we should go.
— Yeah, let's shake it up, I need to lose the pounds of sushi I ate— Emma clapped her hands and looked at Will in approval. I would never refuse anyone the chance to go dancing, but we still had to negotiate that the smug man had invited me to dinner, but what thought he that would happen? I'm not going to make it that easy for him, am I?
—Ada, you could go with Mike to the club, so you can keep him company— Will mumbled, nudging his brother's arm. The wine made the idea of spending time alone with him in a confined space seem like a tempting opportunity.
—We're going to the same place as the other day, brother— Will informed as he slipped his arm around Emma's waist and pulled her towards the Range Rover.
Mike's car was a two-seater one, great, even tighter. He sat in the driver's seat, started the car and stepped on the accelerator with his right hand on the steering wheel and the other relaxed on his knee. In a few seconds the whole car was impregnated with his perfume, a smell that could be describe in two words; attractive and expensive.
—What kind of music do you like? —asked he breaking the ice and looked at me for a few seconds and then back to the road.
—I listen to everything, but my favourite band is Coldplay— I said looking at him for the first time since I got into the car. His hands were gripping the steering wheel tightly and showed the veins marked like the outline of a road to the abyss. We stopped at a red light, Lucifer took his mobile phone out of his pocket and handed it to me.
—Put on your favourite song, please, I need to know what you're listening to, Miss Lavoie— he said, staring at me so hard that I wanted to sink into the ground so he would never find me again. His eyes were so deep and intriguing that I would lose myself in them for the rest of my days. I picked up his mobile and opened the screen...shit password...
—Yes, but I need you to give me the password please—I said, showing him the phone. The traffic light turned green and the car roared.
—The password is 1519, Spotify is on the first screen— he confirmed. His smile lit up the car and made me relax a little.
Did he just give me the password to his mobile, just like that?...
I couldn't help remembering all the times Oliver got nervous when I took his mobile for anything. He never ever wanted to give me his password and he'd say: I don't want to know yours either, that's private. That man, without hardly knowing me, entrusted me with his phone without even thinking about it for a second. -I'm sure it's because he doesn't plan to see you again, why else? -said the demon inside me, mocking me, but this time, I think he was right.
I opened Spotify and selected A Head Full of Dreams. Coldplay music began to play throughout the car and I smiled remembering how much that song meant to me.
As the last line of the song finished, he asked me if I believed in its meaning and how it made me feel.
—Totally—I said with a twinkle in my eye as I spoke about it.
—I'm passionate about music, analysing the lyrics of songs and associating them with moments in my life— I continued, looking at him and smiling.
—I believe that music is the best medicine for a broken soul, music makes you forget, Ada—he said smiling back at me and lightly placing his right hand on my bare thigh making me tense up in the passenger seat.
—You have good taste in music, we'll get along fine— he finally said and added;
—Would you like to go to an exhibition of musical artists at Lincoln Center tomorrow?—
—Yes, of course—
I realised what that meant. Michael Rider, the famous basketball player who had all the women eating out of his hand, was asking me out on a date? Don't get your hopes up Ada, don't get your hopes up... To late.
