Sex with a Ghost 1&2

I checked my gold wristwatch for the fourth time; it was 7:30 Pm. Why isn't she here? What could be keeping her at home? I have called her twice already, she didn't pick up either did she return the call. Are you sure she hasn't changed her mind? But Heaven isn't like that; she is one girl that keeps her promises.

The waiter came with a menu and pulled me from my thoughts, "Just get me a glass of Pure Heaven, thank you." I quickly dismissed him.

In the search for some kind of distraction I glanced at the entrance, only couples came in and left; no trace of Heaven. I looked around and found every table busy. The restaurant was full of activities. An old couple eating side by side, one glass of wine each, studiously bent over their meals. A group of young women in their thirties collapsing with helpless giggles as a stern woman dining alone nearby looked on and frowned. Two businessmen in grey suits were having a serious conversation on the table by my left.

Why is she not here yet? What could be keeping her at home? Could it be her mother? I pondered but she had been okay with the both of us together after I whispered to her that I want her daughter's hand in marriage. Joyfully, she expressed in words, "That girl definitely needs a man of God in her life and you will make a good husband".

I should call her again. Won't it sound like I'm desperate? I battled with myself. Confused and indecisive, I took a deep breath, soaking in the ambient music for a few moments, reflecting on the words and drank in the fragranced air.

I almost jumped when I opened my eyes to find Heaven standing beside my table. I glanced up at her face, an apology was written all over it. My anger and doubt liquefied quickly like butter in a frying pan.

I stood up, wanted to hug her but changed my mind not sure how she will react; instead, I stretched out his hand.

"You are welcome, dear!"

"I'm really sorry; I was busy with my mum"

"No problem," I shook my head "You are here now and that is what matters"

"You look stunning." Her eyes were wide as she said it.

"Thanks." I smiled tightly, consciously smoothing my suit once more. "I love you red tie" she added, making me blush childishly.

"Thanks" I murmured.

I wanted to kick myself for being shy. I stand in front of over four hundred people every Sunday to preach, demons tremble at the mention of my name but I was shy in the presence of a single girl? What is the thing with this girl that makes me act like this? But who can blame me? It's my first time going on a date, not just that, also with the most beautiful girl in my world.

"You look lovely. I like your gown. The colour suits you" I complimented her trying to look at her directly in the eyes.

"Thanks" she breathed, beaming from ear to ear.

"I will need your tailor to help me with my own clothing"

"No, you can't. We both know you have better tailors" she placed her purse on the polished table. The musky scent of her female perfume replaced the fragrance air. The waiter returned with the bottle of "Pure Heaven" and two glasses.

"Can we get something to eat, I'm famished" she demanded from the waiter who was busy pouring the wine.

"Of course, what can I get you?"

"Fried rice and chicken" she ordered. The waiter turned to me with the same question in his eyes.

"Get me the same thing"

"Alright," the waiter hurried away, leaving us to our filled glasses of wine.

"While we wait for the food, tell me about you" I took a sip from my wine.

"What do you wanna know? I mean, you know almost everything about me?"

"That's the funny thing, I barely know you…"

"What is there to know about me?"

"I don't know, just tell me anything"

"Alright, why don't you ask the questions and I will provide you with an answer" she took a sip from her drink.

The list of "Questions to ask a woman on a date" I read online while preparing for the date flashed before my eyes. Out of the 20 questions, the one I found more interesting popped right out of me without a second thought.

"Tell me something about yourself that might surprise me?"

She thought about the question for a while with the glass of wine between her teeth, her eyes fixed on me, a pious smile behind the wine glass.

"I'm a virgin" she declared with her gaze still on me.