Ben fell back in his chair when Francesca told him about his allergies. Shit, she won't be able to eat anything. Could she have had the drinks yesterday if she was allergic to water? The disappointment on his face was clearly seen by her as she quickly said: "I'm kidding, I'm kidding! I've yet to have an allergic reaction to any type of food, and I've eaten quite a bit in my life." Ben let out a sigh of relief when he heard that. He turned to Sandy who was looking their way from her hostess desk. He gave a small sign that there were no allergies, and the starter could come through.
Her decision of drink was a very pleasant one. He hated always being the one to order Heineken when no one else did. "Oh nice, I will take one of those as well." After his response he saw her phone in the air giving of a flash of light. "Ah, you might wanna check the picture before posting it. I think there are 10 pictures in total in this world where my eyes are not closed." After that the waiter stopped by their table, a guy Ben had not seen before. "Ah, hi, can we have two Heineken from the tap, Heineken Ice Cold if you have it." The waiter nodded and went on his way again.
"So tell me, after you got that dry-mouth off of you what were you up to today?" He thought about his not very exciting day. In fact the nice thing about today was his date right now. "Well, I'm afraid it wasn't nearly as exciting as yours. And I think my dry-mouth will come off when that beer is coming our way." He shot up a look to see if the waiter was on his way, but so far no luck. "I left the house at 7 to get to my job. Then cracked a whole lot of eggs and turned them into perfectly prepared treasures that turned grumpy mornings into amazing ones. Lunch shift was a bit dull, but t went by quick enough. After that I went home to get ready to meet you." He hoped she didn't think there was something wrong with him, it sounded like all he ever does is work.
A moment later Ben saw the waiter coming out of the kitchen with two plates in his hand. Like a ballerina he went passed and in between the other tables to come to theirs. In the proper manner he served Francesca before he did Ben. "Would you like to try the wine pairing, or would you like me to bring over your beers?" Ben had thought about the wine pairing before, but when Francesca suggested the beer, he had been quite excited about it. "If you could bring over the beer, that would be awesome, thanks." He looked as the waiter went to the other side of the room and quickly came back with two glasses. Ben thanked him again and then pointed his eyes towards the starter. "Oh wow, the chestnut risotto looks awesome. Enjoy!"
Ben grabbed the spoon that was provided for the dish and was ready to attack. Then he suddenly remembered his manners. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I never do it, so I forgot. Do you want to pray before we start eating?" He waited for her to answer before he asked another question. "In any case I think the evening deserves a toast." He raised his glass. "Do you want to do the honours?"