Date

It was a cold starry night by the seashore when a mid-20’s male tourist from white ethnicity became so focused on arranging the table. He was instructing the male local copper- skinned waiter on how to position the plates, wine glasses and utensils on the square wooden table.

“Willy, the plates should be at the middle. The wine glasses should be at the right upper side of the plates.” The tourist reckoned as he gulped a red wine. “I want this night to be a remarkable evening for a fantastic girl.” As he took a last sip and raised his left hand in the air with his pointer and thumb made a circular form.

The male tourist also instructed the male musicians to stand on the right side of the table just parallel to the bar counter. The chubby musician would play the guitar; the skinny one would play the cello and the well-built man would play the Cajon box drum. The three musicians were dressed in their beach wear uniform. They wore blue plain shorts matched with blue unbuttoned polo short sleeves with a coconut tree design. They also wore a white inner shirt which fairly trace their tummy. As part of their attire, pair of Havaianas sandals were a good combination to their clothing.

“Enrique kindly stand at the middle.” He called out at the guitarist, whose well-rounded face seemed to be occupied with sweats. 

“Ye—s Sir.” The guitarist agreed as he hurriedly went to his designated place while brushing off his sweaty face with his right palm.

Val pulled a chair and placed it at the left side of Enrique then turning his gaze on the cellist. “Tomas, do you mind to sit here?” He commanded as he poured another wine into his glass.

“As you pleased Sir.” Tomas replied as he sat on the chair. With his fingertips, he wiped the remains of the sand off the chair.   

Finally, Val appointed Diego the drummer to sit at the right side of Enrique. Diego’s fine physique and six feet height somewhat distracted Val from instructing the whole entourage of his seaside date. “Man this guy is taller than I. We are like David and Goliath.” He uttered to himself as he stared from Diego’s head to toe.

                “Sir Val, may I ask if this table presentation match your taste?” The waiter asked as he pointed out to the arrangements he did while holding the tray up to his fine-toned torso.

                “Oh, of course this one will do. Many thanks Willy.” Val held his thumb up as he nervously rolled his eyes to check if someone was coming. His sparkling brown eyes were shining in the darkness of the evening. He went back and forth of the open seaside of the bar restaurant. He held his hands high making it into a V shape. He was assessing if everything were in order. His fingers ran through his reddish-brown hair before falling down on his prominent jaws.  By the gaze in his sparkling blue eyes, he was definitely on a look out. He sat for a while and ordered Willy for another glass of red wine.

                “Coming right away Sir.” Willy obliged as he carried with him a Novellino bottle.

                Minutes later, a long haired Brunette girl came out of the pyro dancing performance. She wore a skimpy bikini outfit. In her get-up all men on the beach would swoon under her belt. She had a gifted breasts, well-curved buttocks which gave an emphasis on her slimmer waist list. Her fair skin seemed to have an oily yet steamy appearance that could ignite the Sun to shine and steal the evening from the Moon. Val stumbled down from where he was seating just to accommodate the apple of his eyes.

                “It is an honor to see your fine boobs---y…” He stuttered at his date.

                “Say what?!” Dakota exclaimed as she wanted to confirm if what she heard was correct.

                Val shook his head and pretended Dakota heard a different greeting. He walked in zigzag manner while making their way inside the bar-restaurant. He walked ahead than his date and the latter’s face smirked when she smelled the aroma of the alcohol from Val’s breathing. Once inside the venue, Val pulled out a chair for her.

                “Thank you Val. It is so nice of you.” She gently replied with a warm smile on her cheeks.

                “Anything for your boot—ty…. Hulk……” His head swung from left to right.

Dakota was sheepishly irritated as the dimples on her face could not swallow the awkwardness of this fellow. Seeing the diamond smile on her rosy flawless cheek bones, he returned a debonair sneer. He raised his hand and gave way a signal to Willy. The waiter came pulling the tray cart. As the cart stood beside the table, Willy gently placed the steamed crabs on the table and handed their cocktail drinks. Val’s hands were losing its rigidity as he dropped his crab into the table mattress. Dakota’s eyes widened as she could not bear the disposition of this hilarious yet eccentric man.

“Here take a bite,” she offered her crab sticks to Val as she was willing to feed an infant.

Val could not hide his blissfulness. He took a bite of the crab which Dakota was feeding him. In return of the favor, he called the musicians. The trio knew their designated areas so they began to play the song “That makes you beautiful.” Val stood and raises his both arms in the air as if he was the maestro in an orchestra. He later offered his hand to Dakota.

“My queen do you mind to dance with me?” Val asked as he already losing the stability of his legs.

“Yeah, why not.” Her eyes rolled as her toes wanted to be glued at the sandy flooring of the bar. They danced for as long as the song could be heard from the whole resort. She could not dare to open her eyes as she was humiliated of what her supposed romantic gate away turned out.

When the song was over, they sat down over the hammock which hanged in between of the mango tree just three steps away from their table. In his mind, this Ms. Universe was mooning over him not minding the shameful grimace of his date.

“Dakota before the dawn ends… may I have a kiss from you?” His eyes blink and his lips twirl around his drunken face. His hoarseness voice irritates the ear drums of Dakota.

“Oh yes I will. How can I forgot about it?” She sarcastically answered as she brushed off her left side hair towards her pinna.

Val hearing this, closed his eyes and utter “Wo--uld you go… ou--t with me a--gain? Tomorr—ow perhaps?” He asked as he pouted his lips and making a chirping sound.

“Tomorrow? Of course, close your eyes.” She replied as she was thinking for an escape plan. “Ah ah, do not peak.” She sneered. She saw a semi-white spotted cat nearby. She held it in her arms and massage the fur from the head until the cat’s trunk. She carefully placed the poor innocent cat in front of him, enough to meet the alcoholic lips of Val. Dakota then bade goodbye as silent as a wind.

Val’s tongue met the licking tongue of the cat as it “Meow.” 

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