I got the last small table available.A few minutes later Chris walked in. I noticed Amy's eyes settle on him as soon as he entered the large hall. She...must have some kind of dick-seeking radar, I thought. Chris got his food and started looking around for a place to sit. I stood up and called him over to my table."I owe you a seat anyway," I said. He just smiled shyly back at me and started to sit across from me. "Sit over here, next to me," I said.He just stood there and didn't move."I know. She reminded me so much of her mother: a similar frame, a nearly identical facial structure, the long fingers from years of playing piano, the expressive eyes… It was the latter which concerned me a little. Like her mother, her eyes were full of unending love, providing a window into her heart. But this time, there was also a hint of uncertainty, a trace of fear. Setting down my fork, I reached across the table to grasp her hand. ‘It’s definitely good to have you home again, baby,’ I said. .and you smiled down...looking into my passion filled eyes...i could hear the slight quiver in your voice as you spoke...knowing where my thoughts were....enough of this work you said....and i agreed and asked if you would like to share a glass of wine with me....your eyes light up as i moved over to the cabinet...opening the small bar fridge i pulled out a bottle of champagne that i had been saving for a special occasion... and two glasses...i pulled one of the comfortable office. ”“Well, of course I would if you have to move. You’re the guy I’m going to spend the rest of my life with, but ... I have a good job and I would certainly prefer to live here in Seattle.” Then as her voice became even more serious, “What’s this about, Baby? You’re starting to scare me.”“That’s all I need to hear, Hon. Get comfortable, this is going to take a while. Don’t worry. I have a job, and I’ve been guaranteed that it will pay more than the assistant job at the boring company. It will.