She handed me out a nice bottle of white wine. While I was opening she finished serving the table. She put nice green cloth napkins on the table and on top of them big white plates that we had bought on our first mutual trip to Sweden.
On the plate there were something green, like mashed broccoli and fresh red and yellow pepper rings.
I opened the bottle and poured the wine into glasses. Katya put baked meat beside vegetable mix on plates.
Meat smelled delicious. I didn't even try to fight. No, she couln't do this… disarm me with appetite aroma.
She kissed me. We cheered and had a sip on the wine. Delicious. The moment I swalled it, I felt the freshness of the wine took away the tension in muscles and thoughts. We started eating.
I thought she got it. That I was defeated, I mean. I saw it the way she held her glass, with her pinky finger picked out. She knew she had the upper hand over me but she didn’t show a sign of it. And in her glance not the slightest hint was visible for the common man. But I saw it. And that gave me the idea at the beginning of our relationship, by the way, that we have a deeper connection than just first sympathy. I knew then we should cared about this feelings when life would confront us or our selfish interests. The deep emotional invisible connection should be kept as a treasure – I had a thought.
We ate for a minute silently.
– I am not perfect, – she started. – I do like a morning sandwich in Mac, you know this, but last week we had those burgers. Then I woke up at night with heavy feeling in my stomach. I knew it was one of the turning point meaning we have to take care about our food habits.
– Let's put it this way, – Katya continued, – we will mount the healthy meals keeping the 'right' for the 'tasty one' too.
I sighed.
– Katya, I can't schedule my food wishes and I don't want to do it. I want to eat what I am up too. You see, when I was a kid my mum often scheduled what to eat because parents had little money and now to plan what to eat really gives me a heart attack. Then all sandwiched was cut off on Sunday for every day of the week. So every school day I had one sandwich to take with me and I really really hate the idea to portion my meals since then. I don't like the fridge to be organized with containers signed for days of a week. And I really don't like plans in general, to be honest.