David was currently waiting near the quiet mood lit bar in a high end London restaurant. He had organized a table for two, he waited patiently sipping is ice cold diet coke through a straw. He had been taken over to a quite booth in the corner of the room. The time passed slowly as waited for Amy to arrive.
He felt a gust of air as the door opened into the warm evening. There she stood in the door way, she flicked her hair like a super model, tying it up as she knew how messy she can be when eating chicken.
She signalled David to come to her, so they could order one of the most delicious meals of their life, except David quietly thought that it couldn’t possibly surpass his final meal before leaving for Russia he had. The cheese, olives, and hand crafted by one of the finest women in the world on what could only possibly be described as one of the most exquisite and finely crafted cooking apparatus. The AGA.