"Hmm," I murmured. "Doesn't look like McDonald's to me. What happened to our reservations?" I looked at Brian.
"Shut up, you know I wasn't taking you to McDonald's," he said chuckling as he handed the car key to the valet.
"Yeah, but I was developing an appetite for a Big Mac" I said. I looked at him and then quickly said, "But this place is beautiful. Much better than McDonald's." And it was. It had a French air to it, and there were rose petals everywhere, covering the tables and even the dance floor, where a jazz band was playing softly. Candles were the main source of light besides a few dim lamps here and there. The whole place was¦well, breathtaking. "Where'd you find this place?" I asked, turning to kiss Brian on the cheek. He grinned from ear to ear, obviously quite proud of himself for making such a fine choice.
"Oh, I have my ways," he said with a wink. "I just better get a little thank you for this afterwards, and not verbally, if you get what I'm saying," he hinted mischievously. I arched an eyebrow suspiciously.
"We'll see," I replied. The waiter interrupted us .
"Bienvenue Monsieur et Madame. Qu'est-ce que vous voudriez ce soir?" He inquired in perfect French. Looked like my 4 years of high school French was going to come in handy after all.
"Yes, we'd like one bottle of white wine and 2 glasses please, for right now, thank you," I replied. I thought I'd just stick to English since my accent was probably a little rusty. The waiter nodded, then disappeared.
"How'd you know what he was saying?" Brian asked.
"Magic," I replied, glancing at the dance floor. "C'mon, dance with me," I demanded, dragging him onto the floor of rose petals.
"You sure you can dance in those pants? They're kind of tight," he whispered in my ear as we started dancing.
"Well, don't worry, I won't be wearing them later tonight," I whispered sedctively in his ear. I had to stifle my laughter at the sight of his face after that remark. I seriously thought his eyes would pop out of his head.
I leaned my head on his shoulder and he pulled me closer to him. With the soothing sound of the jazz music in the background, I closed my eyes and sighed contentedly. 'I could stay like this forever,' I thought to myself. I glanced up at Brian and stared into his eyes for a while, then gave him a long, loving kiss.
"What was that for?" he asked after the kiss finally ended.
"I love you, Brian Littrell," I said.
"And I love you, Maggie Martin." He answered before kissing me again.
