"You know, you really do have wonderful eyes."                                 
                                                                               
You can't help but blush, and smile a little.  You look down into your wine    
glass demurely.                                                                
                                                                               
"This has been a fantastic evening," he continues. "And I'm not just saying    
that because you're buying me dinner." You both laugh a little.                
                                                                               
There's a long silence, but not an uncomfortable one. For the first time since 
you arrived, you become aware of the gentle background music in the restaurant,
the soft murmur of other diners.                                               
                                                                               
Finally, he glances down at the pair of empty plates and says, "So, how should 
we end this perfect ni--"                                                      
                                                                               
Your waiter appears and begins clearing away the dishes. Noisily.              
                                                                               
You struggle to peer around the intruding arms. What was he going to say? You  
can't catch his eye.                                                           
                                                                               
Finally, the waiter nods curtly and disappears. There's silence at the table   
again, but heavier this time. The Question is out there.                       
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