“I can’t believe this is happening,” I thought as I saw Jane walk into the restaurant. She hadn’t changed at all. She was still tall and beautiful, with wavy blonde hair and bright green eyes. I smiled and thought of how my life had changed since we had last met.
It all started when I noticed her at a party in a friend’s house. I followed her to the dining-room and started talking to her about the food. “You seem very interested in food,” she laughed. “Well, I’m a great cook,” I told her. It was a lie, but I had to find an excuse to see her again. “Why don’t I cook you dinner sometime?”
Two days later, Jane came to my house. However, the dinner party was very embarrassing . I ordered food from a nearby restaurant, but I told her that I had cooked it. After dinner, she offered to wash up and found the delivery boxes in the kitchen. She laughed at me and I felt awful. Angry with myself, I decided then and there to learn how to cook.
I never saw Jane after our terrible dinner date. I started a cookery course and found that I was good at it after all. I went on to train to be a great cook. I worked hard and saved up until I was able to open my own restaurant.
Now, she had walked into my restaurant. Feeling very happy, I pretended I was a waiter and walked to her table. “Ready to order, madam?” I asked.