In a while, the waitor came with a tray. He put two cups of tea in front of us and went. We had the teas with almost silence, reading one another's face.
"There is a great love in your eyes, dear," I said.
"Thank you," she said.
After a while, the waitor came again with a tray. He put two bottles of sprite and two plates of goat roast. Almost, without having any chat, we finished the items. I was little anxious for how to make the deal with the counter-man later. As soon as she finished her items, she begged a permission to go to toilet. I said 'ok,' and she went out of the cottage. I sat waiting her. I kept on waiting but she didn't return soon. After fifteen minutes' waiting, I doubted. I stood up for her search. I searched here and there, but I couldn't find her. She must have fled
