Joe took me out to my all-time favorite restaurant for dinner last night. It was actually the second time we went in the last 3 days, but the chance to eat at Radio Maria comes but few times a year so I didn’t mind taking generous advantage of it.
We decided to sit outside to enjoy the Champaign air and our last evening together before corporate training held him captive for the next few weeks. Near the end of dinner Joe left for a few moments and I sat alone contemplating my day. Slyly checking the area I decided it was about time I got rid of that annoying booger that was ailing me. A quick swipe to the nose and then a brush to the napkin and I was free and clear of that nostril-clogging monstrosity.
I look around again and there is Joe, catching a glace at me through the window on the way back to his seat. In his adoring love he’d also decided to capture the evening, including his fiancee, on film. This was just about the time I was checking around for onlookers, completely not thinking to look inside the restaurant.
Not only did he catch me digging for gold, he also caught it on camera.
I. am. so. awkward.