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He lifts his and sniffs it lightly then takes a sip. He nods and the person leaves back to where ever. He gives me a little more then tops his off. Lifting it towards me he toasts us and this night. I take a sip after our glasses touch and am surprized be the taste. It won't be my favorite thing but for tonight it doesn't matter. The food arives and we start eating, I am sorry that no one has found a delicate and romantic way to eat crablegs. With reservations aside I pick up the fork and split the legs length wise. Juice spills all over the plate, I am glad for the thick napkin on my lap. He ordered some sort of fish dish that smells good, had I known we would be out here I might have ordered the same. We eat in relitive quiet, except for the soft music being played and the cracking of crab legs. I finish unselling the meat, wanting to disturb the mood as little as possible, though it's too late for that. I figit, knowing that it is, but looking at him eases that worry. A new one rises but that can wait till later. We finish our meal and the table is cleared, there is still half a bottle left. We each take our glass and he takes the bottle to a coushined bench like the one in the carage. We sit next to eachother and look out over the bow. He rests his hand on the base of the glass, setting it on his lap. I have the same feeling as back in the carage, but not as strong. He sets his drink aside and tooks towards the sky, the moon glows soft light down. I sigh and smile at all of this. I had thought maybe a simple dinner and a jaunt around town, but not this. I feel his hand touch mine and twitch a little, but don't pull back. I look at all this, I search my heart my head, his eyes. Is this what I want? with little delay a second voice in my head answers YES! at that point all trepidation, all fears about tomorrow, disappear. Tomorrow be damned, whatever happens tonight I won't regret it.