Chapter 4: Climax
Susan adjusted the straps of her gown, admiring the way it hugged her figure. Her sapphire eyes danced with excitement at the notion of embarking upon a new adventure with Jonas.
Her heart pounded relentlessly in her chest, thumping against her ribs as she tried to compose herself. She looked at Jonas, whose handsome features were illuminated by the soft candlelight.
He wore a sleek black suit, which contrasted beautifully with his dark hair and green eyes. The cuffs of his shirt peeked out from underneath the jacket, revealing the crisp white fabric.
He sat back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other. His posture was relaxed yet poised, exuding self-assurance.
"I'll have the veal piccata, please," he told the waiter, waving away the menu. Then he turned to Susan, smiling warmly. "Would you like to order as well?"
Susan hesitated, her eyes scanning the extensive list of appetizers, salads, pasta dishes, meat courses, and desserts. She sighed, pushing the leather-bound booklet delicately in front of her.
"Alright, then I'll have the shrimp scampi," she decided, her voice hinting at lingering indecision. "With a side of broccoli, please. Thank you."
The waiter gave a curt nod, scribbled down their orders, and vanished behind the swinging kitchen door.
Susan sipped her glass of Chardonnay, allowing the sweet liquid to coat her parched throat. She observed Jonas as he surveyed the bustling restaurant, his eyes alight with undisguised fascination.