You decide to play it safe and comment on how well that dress suits her figure

—The truth is that it is the first time that I have an online date, so I am a little surprised. You say breaking the ice.

-About what? The young woman replies a little suspiciously.

—That you are as beautiful and elegant as in the profile photos. —you answer with a smile — I thought that only geeks and weirdos signed up on these pages. I imagined you fat, ugly and full of warts.

-Well you can see. We are normal people with little time to establish relationships with someone who is not from your work environment and I do not feel like getting involved with a lawyer at all.

—Ha. Do you know that you are not doing very good publicity? you ask laughing.

-It's true. But hey, that's not what I mean. We work from twelve to sixteen hours a day so if I get involved with a man in my profession I guess we could see each other about fifteen minutes a year and that is if there are no emergencies.

"Of course that would be a waste." —You say, taking a new look at the way the dress fits her shape like a second skin.—And you won't have a problem with me, as long as you call me early enough you'll have me available to caress that chocolate-colored skin and heal the wounds of your combats.

“Wow, I thought wealth managers had more work lately. she replied amused.

"Sorry, I told you I thought you were all lying so I embellished my résumé a bit." I'm actually an accountant at a bank headquarters. You say crossing your fingers.

"Wow, you really screwed me up." She said more amused than angry.

"Well, actually I'm in charge of accounting for the bank's big transactions and making sure the numbers add up so it's not much different." you say, trying not to look like an insignificant insect in a cramped cubicle counting rows of numbers.

"It doesn't matter," she says understandingly. "The truth is that I'm not looking for a wealthy businessman, I'm looking for a handsome and fun guy who doesn't want a serious relationship." I have neither the time nor the inclination for something more complicated.

—Then you have found the perfect man. What was it about my profile that caught your attention? —you ask with curiosity.

—Oh, I don't know, I think it was all together, those eyes, the hair, your funny and shameless photos... —she answers — I especially like the one where you are in the desert on a camel and with a little umbrella tiny white.

“Oh yeah,” you say as you attack your wild sea bass, “it was on a trip to Tunisia, it was blazing hot and I had left my cap at the hotel. I went to a stand to buy one of hers, but I saw the umbrella and I fell in love with it. Now my sister has the umbrella hanging on a wall in her living room.

Once the ice is broken, the conversation is fluid and at times funny. The truth is that her work is much more enjoyable than yours and she tells you a couple of amusing anecdotes.

When you finish the desserts, you suggest to go have a coffee and a drink, but she looks at the clock upset and tells you that she has just time to get home, sleep five hours and leave for La Coruña to question a witness.

You are having a really good time, you want to stay a little longer and you are almost sure that she wants it too.