Wine for my bride

"Refill my glass please" , she asked with a very soft voice . Shaking in anxiety and my hands trembled as I approach to grant her request, the look in her eyes struck me like I just got hit by a trailer as  I felt tranquilized and dumb-founded , unable to make a sudden move in order not to lose my balance.

    Sitting at  alone with champagne on a table of two, with two glasses of wine, one full and the other empty I wondered if she purposely came for me. She asked me for my name which I forgot in a split second. The thought of such an beauty being curious about my name. Although I managed to spit it out.

    The next day the same lady came back to my place of work. Requested my service and asked for a bottle of wine. May I pour your wine? I asked as a gentleman and waiter . She looks at me with a beautiful smile and says , " of course". She was dressed just like a lady and you can smell her perfume from the entrance of the door. She asked me when I was getting off and I told her,not knowing why. It never crossed my mind why such a dame wanted to know when I get off work. Five minutes before I clocked out there she was standing at the door, with a smile that blind sighted me for a few second that I failed to recognize who she was. She took me home waited for me to freshen up and then took me out to a bar, we had a good time and of course I did pour her a glass of wine. Two years later, here I am on my knee not just with a ring, but also, with a glass of wine.