She wasn't sure if she should follow her gut and slip her hand out of his grasp, or just go with it. The last time she just went with it ended with her waking up alone in her apartment expecting to be in the company of the guy who accompanied her home the night before. That led to hurt and destruction, but this guy seemed different for some reason. He seemed to sincerely like her. There was something in the steady way he held her gaze and the soothing feeling that his hand was bringing to her hand that traveled to the rest of her body.
She had just made up her mind to pull her hand away when Paul realized what he was doing and quickly pulled his hand away and it disappeared under the table. Mel was relieved to have her hand back, but her skin was itching to have the warmth of his grasp back.
"So what do you do in your spare time?" she asks, trying to steer the conversation back to common ground.
"My family is really important to me, so I try to go back home as much as possible. But other than that I am a pretty laid back, hang out and watch movies on the couch with friends kind of person," he said. As if on cue, as soon as he finished his sentence their food was being placed on the table in front of them. "That looks really good," he said, looking at her plate of chicken and pasta drizzled with pesto sauce.
"It's delicious. Actually I get it every time I come here," she said, realizing how lame her life was. She had always been a creature of habit. She ordered the same dishes at all of her familiar restaurants, stuck pretty close to her usual daily routine, she even had everything in the shower exactly in the same place. It had gotten worse since she lived by herself, where she could control what was moved. "Do you want to try some?" she asked.
"Sure!" he said, "Wow! That is really good. I understand why you get it every time now."
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