If I had stared any harder I'm sure I would have moved the flower vase on the table with my mind. The silence was killing me and yet I had nothing to say. Neither did he.
We sat in silence my eyes drifted from the single rose in the vase to the three miserable fish in the aquarium beside us. I was certain at the end of this date I would know everything about a fish just by observation.
"I know this Indian restaurant we could go to" he had offered.
I didn't object when he asked me on a date. But I also didn't object to his taste.
It was a quiet restaurant and by quiet I meant we were the only customers in the restaurant. Which made me panic a little. I usually judged how good a restaurant was by the amount of customers in it. And since we were both trying it out for the first time, it couldn't have been a good sign.
"I would have the chicken Jalfrezi" I told the waiter.
"It's spicy, just so you know" he told me kindly.
"I know" I replied as a matter of fact. I was from a land of spicy food, how bad could this one be?
More silence. An awkward feeling.