The waitress bowed to them as Mila pulled Isabel into a restaurant and then further into a small private room she had reserved.
It was still awkward. Mila could count on one hand how many sentences they had exchanged on the way here.
Four. Thatâs how many. Mila wanted to scream. This certainly wasnât how she had planned the day to go.
But not all was lost. Mila pushed a loose lock away from her face. Her bun had suffered when Isabel hadâ¦
No, no, no. Mila cleared her mind. This wasnât the time.
At least the room was up to what Mila had paid for beforehand. She had spent the whole morning running around to ensure everything was in order.
A wide window let in the light to the addition of the ten candles sprinkled throughout the room. Bright flower arrangements on one side brought life to the room, and a painting of a mountain made it feel larger.
And a moment later, the waitress entered the room, bringing them what the placeâs Chef had recommended to Mila earlier. He had reassured it would be up to the taste of her partner.
It repeated a few more times until the table was covered in various garishly decorated foods. It was not the usual etiquette to have all the dishes brought at the same time, but Mila didnât want anyone to interrupt until they were done.
After all, Mila had chosen this place to talk about the most pressing issue with Isabel. Truthfully, she had wanted to walk some more around the city, to show some selected spots to her girl, but due to the⦠Circumstances, the plan had to be changed.
Mila watched Isabel, still adorned by the neverending blush, fidget as she stole glances.
After an embarrassingly long moment, Mila managed to speak. âOnly the best for you, Isabel.â
It was⦠Not perfect. Mila had wanted to tone down on her mushy lines, but they just kept coming. As it was, it worried her greatly.
Well, it could have been worse. Mila could have said - âI searched the whole city for a place that suited you, but alas, I failed. Nothing came close to the grace and pose you possess. So here we are, in a room decorated as best as this lowly realm could manage. I know it's not much for an angel like you. You deserve so much more! So do forgive for my failings.â She bowed her head.
After a moment of silence, Mila groaned. âI didnât mean to say that aloud.â
Isabel laughed. Her clear laughter was music to Milaâs ears. âThat was so long.â She giggled.
âAhaha, yes, it was!â Mila was happy to nod along. She just had to push forward. It never failed.
Okay, it sometimes did. It definitely had just earlier. Mila was going to ignore that time.
âThis does look like a fancy place.â Isabel picked up a fork and poked one of the bowls full of vegetables cut into shapes of flowers.
âAs it should be.â Mila joined Isabel in searching through the dishes and picking some of everything. Her ramblings had helped with loosening the mood.
âHow did you afford this anyway?â Isabel picked up a colourful piece of meat dripping with juices. âIt seems expensive.â
âIt wasnât that bad.â Mila chose another dish to dig through. It was some kind of fish.
âIs this gold?â Isabel dangled another piece of meat that shined golden.
âUh, I donât know?â Had Mila ordered anything like that? She had dropped a bunch of coins she took from Silinth in front of the chef and told him to do his best. So maybe? âIt couldnât be.â She said instead.
âOkay,â Isabel placed the piece back where it was before. âI donât think I want to find out by trying.â
âOh, but this could be interesting.â Mila took the piece to herself and cut into it. This would serve as a great distraction. Isabel was almost back to how she usually was.
Her tongue would have to be the sacrifice. It had sinned enough today. Mila and Isabel both studied the cut before she put it into her mouth. After a couple of chews, she had made her decision.
âIt certainly looks pretty. But the contents could be better.â Mila gave her opinion.
âOkay, how about this one?â Isabel pointed at a pink fruit that smelled sickly sweet.
âI guess I can give it a try?â Mila stabbed the pink treat and put it in her mouth. Despite its smell, it was sour.
âThat bad?â Isabel looked at Mila with surprise.
âNo, it just did not agree with my tongue. It is a bit too acidic for my taste.â
âHuh, interesting.â Isabel decided to try the fruit as well. Her face contorted in a grimace. âSo sour! Okay, now try this one!â She encouraged Mila and picked one of the three drinks that looked like water but smelt like pine.
âI-â Mila wanted to steer the conversation to something more romantic. The candlelight mixing with the stray beams of the sun certainly fit the mood. As did the slight smell of food and flowers. âSure.â But She couldnât deny Isabelâs request and resigned to her fate.
And what a fate it was. It seemed that Isabel was brimming with curiosity. Mila tried more and more of the eclectic selection the restaurant offered.
The chef had outdone himself. Even after an hour of testing, Mila still had a few foods she had not tried.
And it was fun. When Mila or Isabel stumbled upon something confounding, unexpected or with a strong taste, they made sure to share it with each other.
Milaâs mood continuously improved. It wasnât what she had imagined, but Isabelâs smile was what she had aimed for.
And Isabel smiled so widely. Her cute laughter echoed through the room, making Milaâs heart resonate along. Their conversations were airy and arrived and left like a breeze. There was no specific topic.
They talked about the food, Isabelâs friends and Tiffâs troubles with Kefo. Most of the time, Mila was content to listen to her girlâs experiences.
And when they had tried it all, and the candles started to burn out, Mila was satisfied. She smiled as Isabel excitedly told her about Andrewâs wolf scaring him and Mr Crow by barking.
It was a little saddening that Mila had not been there to share this particular memory. But Isabel did her best to retell it fully.
Besides, they had this one, and no one else would have it. Milaâs smile widened further.
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âWhat?â Isabel finally could not take it. âWhat is it? Is there something on my face?â She tried to clean her cheek.
âNot at all. I am just mesmerised by your beauty.â
âAh, um, you too.â Isabel tried to return the compliment. âI mean, you are beautiful.â
âAnd not my dress?â Mila extended her foot and brushed it against Isabelâs.
Isabel jumped. âUh, um, no, I meant you.â
âSo you learned.â Mila contemplated if she should continue. Her toes glided up Isabelâs lower leg. But this time, she did stop before it could devolve into another bout of unrestrained abandonment of common sense.
âI-I did?â Isabel innocently tilted her head before a metaphorical lightbulb went off above her head. âOh, that!â She squeaked. âWhat even was that?â Her whisper barely carried her voice.
Mila sighed. âI want to say a mistake, but-â Her mind wandered. âBut it didnât feel like one.â The tingling feeling she had felt earlier returned, albeit to a manageable level.
âNo shit.â Isabel agreed with a murmur.
âBut it begs a question.â Mila pushed her horniness to the side and raised the main topic. âWhat are we to each other?â
âUh, um, that is-â Isabel stumbled. She appeared to grow more and more nervous by the second. âThat is a good question.â
âAnd that is not an answer.â Mila slightly shook her head. âEver since the day I-â She paused. There was no need to avoid it. âEver since the day I forced out the confession from both of us, I have been thinking.â
âOh, um, Mila,â Isabel interrupted. âI wanted to say something about that.â
Mila let Isabel continue, wondering what it was.
âI- I mean, I am not very brave.â Isabel tried. âAt least not when it comes to all of this.â She gesticulated, implying it was the relationships with Mila she meant. âSo, thank you.â She bowed her head. âThank you for⦠Well, for being you.â
Mila saw the sadness flashing on Isabelâs face when she spoke of her courage. She wanted to ask who had harmed her so much. She wanted to hurt that person for inflicting suffering on Isabel. Her mind searched for comforting words.
Instead of speaking, Mila got up from her seat, walked around the table and slid into Isabelâs arms, sitting down on her lap. She snuggled against her girlâs chest and looked up, meeting her loveâs eyes.
And Mila still did not speak. She raised her arm and gently started fixing some stray strands of hair sticking to Isabelâs face.
âThank you.â Isabel wrapped her hands around Mila and nestled against her bun.
Mila waited, but it didnât appear Isabel would tell her more. She shifted deeper into Isabelâs lap and listened to the girl's heartbeat.
âAnyway!â Isabel finally gathered herself enough to continue. âThis is strange. I should be the one giving you the emotional support.â
âThank you, but I am quite alright. I am rather worried about you.â
âI am fine.â Isabel cuddled some more, enjoying Milaâs warmth. âI am fine now.â
âYouâll have to talk about it someday. And Iâll be there to listen.â Mila sagely noted.
That got a chuckle out of Isabel. âAh, I see. Well, okay, that can work, I guess.â She supposed. âAnd the same to you. You can always talk to me, and Iâll listen.â
âNow, that is something that Iâll capitalise on right now.â Mila pushed herself away from the inviting warmth and looked up to meet Isabelâs gaze once more. âI do have something to say.â
Isabel started fidgeting once more. âUh, okay, you can do that. I think I am ready.â She nodded.
But when Mila opened her mouth, Isabel interrupted her.
âNo, wait! Give me another second.â Isabel took a deep breath. Then another. âOkay, go on. Wait! No, itâs fine.â She grew nervous again.
âIsabel, you are making it tough for me.â Mila found this nervousness contagious. âPlease calm down for a minute.â
âI am trying, okay!â Isabel shot back. âI am pretty sure I know what you are going to say, so I just need to prepare my heart, okay? Okay! I am ready.â She stiffly moved back and rested her hands on Milaâs midriff.
Mila looked at Isabel with suspicion while calming her racing heart. âI am going to say it now.â She waited for Isabel to nod. âYou can open your eyes.â
âOh!â Isabel opened them, her brown orbs peering into Milaâs green. âYou have pretty eyes.â She blurted out.
âIsabel!â Mila covered her face with her palms. âPlease, I am serious!â
âIt was an accident, okay!â Isabel tried to defend herself. âAnd I donât want to hear anything about inappropriate timing from you!â
Mila didnât acknowledge the accusation. She peeked between her fingers at Isabel. âI am saying it.â Her arms moved away and sought out Isabelâs.
She pulled Isabelâs arms away from her body, holding them between them and intertwined their fingers. Mila took a breath, letting their digits become inseparable. She squeezed Isabelâs palms, feeling how sweaty both of them were.
âIsabel,â Mila started. âThe day we confessed to each other, I was elated. I could hardly believe it was the reality.â Isabel sighed in happiness, reminiscing about the day.
Mila smiled. âAnd I saw how delighted you were as well. But as the days went by, I realised - it took more than a confession to move to the next step. The bond we shared became something precious and intimate, but also unclear as we did not speak of what we wanted.â
âSo today,â Mila squeezed Isabelâs hands tighter. âToday, I want us to make it clear. On my side, I want to keep being with you. Share everything I have with you. I want to spend my life with you. I want us to move forward as lovers.â
Isabel gasped. â... A proposal?â A whisper broke past her lips.
âWhat?â Mila blinked.
âWhat?â Isabel returned the blink.
âWhat?â
âIt wasnât?â Isabel suddenly started to squirm. âNo, I mean, you were so serious about it. I, uh, sorry? I didnât think-â She babbled. âI mean, you started to speak about a lifetime together and I-â
Mila started to flounder as well. âIt wasnât that! No! I mean, it wasnât âwasnâtâ that! Itâs too soon! That comes next!â
âYes, yes, thatâs right!â Isabel nodded along. âItâs too soonâ¦â She stopped before squirming even more and trying to free her hands to cover her blush. âWhat next? Mila, you dummy!â
âOkay, let us calm down!â Mila held onto Isabelâs hands. Isabel looked so cute at this moment.
âHow can I!â Isabel struggled even more. âDummy! You are a dummy!â
âNo, no! I wanted us to start dating before doing anything else!â Mila could not turn away her gaze from her love's embarrassed face.
âStupid Mila! Make it clear before you start spouting your stupid pickup lines! How can a girl not misunderstand!â Isabel complained.
âIsabel!â
âWhat even is this? Forever? Of course, there is no way I would say no! But itâs too fast! Think before speaking, you dummy!â
âIsabel!â
âUh, oh?â
âIs that a yes?â Mila tried to hold Isabel still. âAre we a thing now? Are we dating?â
Isabelâs face flushed to an incredible degree, and she finally responded. âOf course, yes!â
âGreat!â Mila felt her heart about to burst with happiness. âI am so glad!â
âMe too.â A tear rolled down Isabelâs cheek. âI am so happy!â
Mila leaned closer. She moved their hands out of the way, shifting closer to Isabel.
But Milaâs girlfriend didnât get it. She kept shedding tears of happiness, not noticing Milaâs suggestive move.
It was so silly. Mila moved even closer, their bodies pressing together, and she raised her chin. âShall we?â She let go of Isabelâs hands and wrapped hers around her girlfriend's neck.
âYesâ¦â Isabel finally noticed and inclined her head, moving her lips closer to Milaâs.
Their lips met halfway, gently pressing together. Mila felt her mind go blank. It was so much more than she had imagined. Her breathing hitched, and relief filled her body.
The softness left an unforgettable mark on Milaâs mind. Isabelâs light breath on her lips tickled, and the happiness overflowed.
It was unclear who laughed first, but the very next moment, both girls started to giggle. Their joy mixed together as they hugged each other.
Mila licked her lips. Her first kiss had been salty.