It was Mia's first time at La Grenouille, an exquisite popular French Restaurant in this metropolitan city. She had agreed to meet Josh at the restaurant even though Josh had offered to pick her up. In her mind, better to say she's meeting him here than to ask Josh to pick her up from her favorite beauty salon.

Mia's brown hair luxuriously hugged her bare shoulders. She had dressed in a rather elegant off-shoulder body hugging dress. Mia didn't dress for moderation, she obviously wanted to impress. Her jewelry was minimal, only the middle finger was decorated with an embellished classical ring.

She had been staring at the entrance to the restaurant for awhile now. Mia was observing the restaurant and it's seemingly posh crowd inside. Her bright red pumps made it's way towards the door. 

Greeted by a vibrant maître d', she asked for a seat at the table reserved by Josh. The middle aged man then proceeded to lead her to the designated table.

Oh wow. 

The whole dining area was bathed in a warm, almost golden light. Mia was taken aback, she love food and the idea of fine dining. However, it's been awhile since she could splurge considering how most of her recent dates are more of a bar and dine kind of thing.

'Le voila, madame'. The waiter indicated to Mia her seat, wasting no time to pull it for her to sit on. Mia stared at the empty seat across her, there was a sleek leather manbag on it.

I guess he is in the restroom?

Mia's eyes scanned the room as a familiar figure made it's way in her line of sight.

Josh was more than just gorgeous. His hair was combed back, his features deliciously sculpted held in place within his sophisticated formal wear. A hint of smile appeared on his face as he realized Mia was seated at the table. As he approached his seat, he held out his hand and waved.

'Hi Mia. You are absolutely gorgeous'.

Oh. No no. You. You are freaking gorgeous.

Mia thought to herself as she ogled Josh. Mustering a smile and a thank you, Mia quickly started a conversation. There was a refined air around Josh, it didn't feel snobbish or prude. He felt, refreshing. Mia noticed how his eyes emanated class, moderately vibrant green at times.

Her heart fluttered. Josh was devilishly handsome and articulate. A rather winning combination for any playboy. She averted his charming gaze, ruffling through the pages of the menu.

Tataki De Thon Rouge et Saumon au Sake. La Bisque De Hornard. What on earth do any of these mean?

Mia was definitely out of her comfort zone. Everything on the menu were written in French. Even the description didn't make sense to her. She devised a way out of this potentially embarrassing situation.

Josh chuckled. 'Well, I accept your surrender. Let me recommend some of my favorites.'

And just like that, their conversation turned into a playful banter. As the pair waited for their French cuisines, they laughed at each other's embarrassing first impression. 

As the enjoyable night went on and the rich tasting wine they ordered begun to finish, the sexual tension between them grew. It was fairly obvious they liked each other, it was building up to so much more than that. 

Torte Chaudu Au Chocolat. Hot Chocolate Torte with Espresso sauce, gold candied pearls crowning it's top.

Mia spooned into the shared dessert, intentionally smearing a little bit of the chocolate near her outer lips. She chuckled, feigning clumsiness. 

It worked.

Josh's hand reached out, his fingertips slid across the chocolate, removing it from her lips. As if on cue, he had licked his finger cleaned.

'Best not waste chocolate.' Josh flashed his smile.

I. Want. To. Be. That. Chocolate.

Mia was quite hot and bothered by Josh's fast reflex. She had definitely met her match in this flirting game.