Delilah and Tom - Present

Tired of walking from store to store and having little desire to cook, Delilah and Thomas decide to have dinner at the Italian restaurant by the river. The moonlight and the outline of the treetops are unsteadily reflected on the moving water. At the terrace, they sit side by side and with their backs to the many love couples that are all well dressed to impress the person sitting in front of them.

- If we go to Heavens afterwards, I can't drink wine...

- Agree... being able to fall asleep in a bar, leaning against a loudspeaker is a feat that I don’t need to see again.

With the menu, Delilah points menacing to Thomas's nose.

- It was just once... only one time and I am famous for the rest of my life thanks to you... Nobody saw it.

With his index finger, Thomas pushes the menu to the side, bends down to be at her eye level and smiles condescendingly.

- You know, the nickname was not my idea... There were more people who saw you... - he points his finger and circles in front of Delilah's face - From here I can see your five hundred thousand freckles on your face...

- Are you changing the subject for any particular reason? Does the person who invented the nickname still bother your little feline heart?

- We can always go to another bar if you want to... see different guys... meet new people... men... or do you want to try something different? Like, women?

- Okay, you're totally changing the subject, Tomcat. I buy it... No answer is an answer. I'm still not attracted to women that way... Can we drink sangria? Red sangria?

- Sangria has wine in it... Are you sure you don't want a beer?

- Unless it's dark ... Like my pitch-black soul ...

Thomas snorts, hugs his friend sideways and kisses her wavy hair. Her heart has little evil, and how often is it used against herself? So many.