He sat at the restaurant’s table and swirled the wine in his glass. As he waited for her, his mind drifted back to the conversation he’d had earlier that afternoon with his best friend.
He had been getting ready when Mark had called, and they talked as he got dressed.
“So where are you and Lidia going?” Mark had asked.
“I got us reservations for 5:00 at Michel’s.”
“Wow! You’re really going all out for this, aren’t you?”
“You know it.”
“Really going to do it, huh? No second thoughts? No reservations about your decision?”
“Nope. None at all.”
“Well, good luck, man. I hope it goes well for you.”
He gazed pensively into the wine in his glass. Am I really sure about this? he thought despite what he’d told Mark. I’m not making a mistake, am I?
Lidia walked up to the table, escorted by a waiter, and sat down across from him with a big grin on her beautiful face, and any doubts he had about his decision evaporated.
No reservations at all, he thought with a grin of his own as he slowly began to slide the ring box from his pants pocket.
This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “reservation”: