Fireflies will dance on columns of white wax above a tablecloth littered with silver and glass.
You’re going to brush your hair behind your right ear while smiling with your chin down.
A few more jokes and your hand reaches across the table as you lean in just a bit.
The check is paid discreetly and you excuse yourself to the restroom as the table gets cleared.
You come out of the restroom to be helped in putting your coat on just before you leave.
The two of you get to the car and just as he opens the door for you, you whirl around and kiss him.
When you finally slide into the seat and he shuts the door, our eyes meet but for a second.
I see pity.
You see some guy sitting there with his amber colored glass, and you know that’s all he has.