Roundabout Sounding Out

As you and Clara settle into the intimate booth at Rivoli's, the soft amber lighting creates a cocoon of privacy around you. The waiter has just poured two glasses of a rich burgundy wine and departed with your appetizer orders. You take a sip, letting the velvety liquid warm your throat before looking up at Clara with contemplative eyes.

"Do you believe in soul mates?" you ask, the question emerging unexpectedly. Clara's eyebrows lift slightly as she sets down her glass. "Like, do you think you would still be attracted to me if I was Japanese instead of Irish? Or 6' instead of 5'? Or..." you hesitate before pushing forward, "or a man instead of a woman? Is love and lust only physical, or is it about matching something more?"

Clara studies you for a long moment, twirling the stem of her wine glass between her fingers. The restaurant's ambient noise fades away as she considers her answer.

"That's quite the philosophical question for our first proper date," she says finally, a small smile playing on her lips. "But I like it. Makes a change from the usual small talk."

She takes another sip of wine, gathering her thoughts. "I think... I think there's something to the idea that we connect with people beyond just their physical shells. There's an energy, a presence that transcends appearance."

"So if I were a tall Japanese man instead of a petite Irish woman...?" you prompt, leaning forward slightly.

"Honestly?" Clara's gaze is direct, unfiltered. "I've dated men all my life because it was expected, convenient. But there was always something missing." She reaches across the table, her fingers brushing yours. "With you, there's this... spark. This connection that felt instant. Maybe it's because you're a woman, maybe it's something else entirely."

She laughs softly, almost to herself. "God, I sound ridiculous. But to answer your question - I think I'd be drawn to whatever body housed... well, you. Whatever that ineffable quality is that makes you who you are."

You feel a rush of warmth that has nothing to do with the wine. Clara continues, her voice dropping lower. "Though I have to admit, I'm particularly fond of this current package." Her eyes drift appreciatively over your plumped lips, the swell of your breasts beneath your crimson dress.

"What about you?" she asks, turning the question back on you. "If I looked completely different, would you still be sitting here with me?"

Before you can answer, the waiter returns with your appetizers - seared scallops for you, burrata for Clara. As he arranges the plates, Clara's foot finds yours beneath the table, her ankle hooking playfully around yours.

"We have all night to get philosophical," she murmurs once the waiter leaves. "And maybe explore some more... tangible connections too."

18:15 | Sunday 3 August 2025 | Inside Rivoli's

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