To accept
Oh, I saw it already, without fear of success, I am heading towards it, even though my legs want to betray me.
"I've taken the liberty of ordering a bottle of wine, I hope you don't mind," he stands up and, like a true gentleman, helps me get comfortable. "Here are our glasses."
From what my eyes can see, he was waiting for me to open the bottle. With great curiosity, my eyes watched him as he poured the pale liquid into the crystal glass.
"Why are you so calm?"
"Excuse me, are we celebrating something?"
God, how do I tell him that I don't drink, that I'm a little new to this alcohol thing?
"Yes, first because I have a proposal for you, which is practically a surprise, and second because you resigned," he says as he directs the bottle towards my glass.
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