If you had asked me what he had seen that night, had not known what to say. We called it movie nights, and never knew what movie we would see. If we distributed more than four along a table, we knew that there was going to put on a good soiree. These were the action movies, we could end up mixed with each other, irrigated with water instead of wine or beer, even more than shattered. It was fun but you were playing life. The champagne glasses were what they used to fall into such celebrations, and although they are unbearable and are always bragging about her figure fine and delicate, usually leaving them believe what they want, because ultimately give us enough grief, some can not stand anything and break on the day of its release.
I, fortunately, I'm a glass of wine and a lover of romantic films, which translated into our movies are the tables of two, sometimes even four. These sessions are calm and relaxed, though not always, sometimes witnessing scenes of tension, where we love to swallow wine to contain and enter a deep sleep until the heat and noise of the dishwasher we woke up.
That night I do not know what kind of film we had played, was a table for two, and my partner had the same doubts as me. Had landed two diners at our table who did not speak much, but neither seemed to be angry, just went quiet and occasionally wondered something that happened to them, and then answer again to plunge into another awkward silence, that kept us intrigued. One of them barely tasted the wine, which touched me, to be exact, he drank but did not seem to enjoy it. We noticed that sort of thing is a very intimate act we share with them, not everyone is accustomed as we are, to rub the lips of others. What distinction did not know was if she enjoyed because my content was not right for your taste, or because it bothered her companion. I asked my partner to know if your guest was having the same, to which he replied that he had not noticed anything strange about your drinking, except that he had left a mark on the edge with her lipstick, something common and which also we are quite accustomed.
for the content of the brief and casual conversation between, it was clear that he knew enough, but his attitude at the table revealed that it was the first time I dined together, even sometimes I had the feeling it was the first time they had seen, but others seemed quite the opposite, which had seen many times. What I was clear and I knew from the beginning, it was not a partner as such.
Before reaching desserts, and anticipating that at any moment we withdraw from the table, pushed by the intrigue that gave me this odd couple, I suggested to my companion to perform an experiment to find out more about our guests. We exchanged our positions so that my partner stood in front of him, and I in front of her, can see that he no longer was not a trace of lipstick. When both took a sip of wine, we noted in our area, while they felt it was accompanied with his accomplices and looks, was the first time his lips caressed a kiss like something latent.
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