would come to perform or enjoy the shows that coloured the city for a whole month each year.
A waitress came with our food and glanced at Dave with a smile. He really had a strong influence on the women.
“I think she likes you.”
He looked up from his food. “Who?” he said, looking surprised.
“The waitress,” I said and pointed slightly to the table where she was taking another order. She was young, with brown straight hair in a pony tail.
“No,” he chuckled. “Why would you think that?” “The way she looked at you. I know THAT look,” I
said and smiled. “You should take it as a compliment,” I said and took a bite out of my BLT.
He laughed.
“I’d take it more as a compliment knowing that you like me.” His eyes looking into mine as if he could read my mind. I fell silent. “Silence, hmm, maybe I should up my game?” he said winking at me.
I felt embarrassed. I liked him, I did, but I couldn’t help feel like there was something between us, like an invisible wall. Or maybe I was putting one up.
“I do like you,” I said honestly. “How could I not like you? Handsome, clever and charming,” I said a bit jokingly, like the way you would say that to a friend rather than a boyfriend.
“Haha! OK, well that’s good news I suppose.” He seemed happy with that.
We continued with our conversation about aliens that we’d had on our last date and laughed.
“I really think there might be aliens walking among us, I mean, some people are just too strange, makes you