Danny held me under his arm and guided be down the blocks of his hometown, telling me about all the spaces he loves and pointing out all things of interest. The street was lit with holiday lights and he looked so ethereally handsome. We approached an underwhelming looking building, I would even call it plain! He said “I’ve always wanted to bring someone special here and I’ve yet to have have the chance. I’ve played through it in my head probably a hundred times. I want to share it with you.”
He held the door for me and followed me in closely. His hand on my back. He was always touching me. It was like he couldn’t help it. I absolutely loved it, I think it was why I was always so wet for him. He was working me up constantly. The pub was not plain, it was stunning. The walls were adorned with hand painted, scenic murals. The bar was dripping with class, granite and marble for days. There were chandeliers over the bar and huge vases filled with fresh cut flowers. The booths against the walls were very tall and cozy. Made of fine, heavy, antiquated wood. Wrapped in a buttery, soft, green genuine leather. Danny slipped my coat off. He handed both of ours to a young woman behind a hostess stand. A man walked up, greeted Danny by name and walked us to a booth towards the back of the room. There were some small groups of people at the tables, a couple at the bar. I was riddled with thoughts about Dannys interactions with the server. “A reservation must be required. Does he know him? Is this another one of Danny’s intricate plans?”