My guy parked and noticed that there were puddles everywhere. He insisted on driving me to the front door of the restaurant. It was a sweet, kind gesture.
I waited for him to park and walk over to the Chinese restaurant. We he got there, I tugged on the right door. It was locked. I tried the left one. Same thing. I then looked at the sign that was taped to the glass. The restaurant was closed due to flooding from the ice storm. Oh, no!
Luckily, this plaza has a number of eateries. We tried an Afghani restaurant. I have been there a number of times, but he hadn't.
The pavement was slippery. My guy immediately reached for my hand as we walked over. I love that he always wants to make sure that I am okay.
We walked in and ordered. He got the beef kofta with salad and a pita. I went with the grilled chicken skewer with rice, salad, and a pita. I asked that the salad dressing be held.
We found a booth and sat down. We chatted until our number was called, which was 13. It finally was and we both got our food.
Sadly, I had salad dressing on my salad. The dressing has dairy and I am borderline lactose-intolerant.
My guy was not thrilled. He took my tray of food back and asked for a dressing-free salad. He is truly my knight in shining armour. He came back with a new plate of non-dairy food. I was a happy camper.
It was a good lunch. He liked the food, so we now have two places to have lunch at.
After we were done, my guy decided to fetch his car and had me wait outside. He was exceptionally sweet and I told him so.
"I would do anything for you. It's easy," he admitted.I love him. I reached for his hand and held it lovingly as he drove us back to the office.
"I love when you are so naturally sweet," I pointed out.
"You're an attractive woman. You deserve being treated well," he said, being mushy.
No comments:
Post a Comment