Chapter Four- The Date

I uncomfortably stuttered out,
"I didn't know you liked Italian." She smiled as if I had cracked a cute joke.
"Yah, I do." She paused and looked deep into my eyes. "You know, you have two different colored eyes."
"Uhhhh..... No I don't." I laughed. Her eyebrow arose and she just shook her head.
"What?" I questioned. She stared at me intently as If I were missing the point.
"You never have any confidence in yourself. You never have any 'you' time."
"Its compli-" Before I could finish what I was saying, the waiter spoke,
"Here is your spaghetti, mam. And here is your chicken parm., sir."
"Mmmmmm....." Clarissa took a deep breath, and then took my hand. My tension tightened. She obviously didn't notice because she smiled even more. This was the first moment I had ever noticed her beautiful smile. Stop. I didnt have time to think about her, but her hair.... Stop.
"Is everything alright? Your food is getting cold." I managed to smile and nodded.
Once we were done eating we resumed our short conversation.
"Clarrisa, why do you like me?" She paused and replied,
"Your potential. Your spark of life that I see huddled beneath your suit and your job. Your real you." Your real you. My real me. Maybe I was more then a rich, fast food chain owner. She saw it in me. She saw my potential.
"Thanks."
"For what?"
"Everything Clarissa, everything." She made a questionable face, smiled and then told me she had already paid for the meal.
This was a very important day. I would start my quest on becoming my dream. I wasn't sure about my dream any more. I didn't know if I wanted to be president. I knew that I wanted to be something more, something bigger. Better. But what? Tomorrow I would start researching the odds and ends of everything. I would find the true me. I would find it for me. I would find it for Clarissa.