Chapter 58 Elisa
Elisa
My infamous self-control failed at the most critical moment. We’d nearly reached the hotel, and with two minutes to go, my emotional dam sprung a leak, spilling what I held inside.
I’m not capable of faking it and even less so with Michael. I could see it in my own reflection in the window. I’d be a terrible poker player.
As I’m entering the hotel elevator, I get a message.
It’s Michael, and just reading his name stretches my lips into a smile.
Do you have plans tomorrow evening? I’d like to see you again.
PS It’s a date.
I stand there, my thumbs hovering over the screen, with no idea what to write.
I’d like to say no, just to be the one to call the shots.
In military training, snipers compete to see who is most accurate; the one who hits the target “calls” the shot.
The better the shooter, the more shots he calls, winning the game.
A bit like the competition between Michael and me.
I already gave in back in the taxi. I told him I loved him, I kissed him, I let on that I’d be willing to see him again. I might as well just declare my unconditional surrender.
I can’t wait; I write to him. Where are we going?
His response is immediate.
The most exclusive restaurant in London. I’ll pick you up.