~I Want You~

I Want You

('I Want You': part 6)

"Alright....so..." said Darren, looking around the empty room as if waiting for someone to walk in. "Have any plans for tonight?"
"Ya, i'm supposed to meet Oliver for supper in about an hour"
"Oh cool! So how *is* your brother doing? It's been so long since i've seen him"
Daniel pulled on his jacket. "He's doing good....hey, why don't you come with me? It might be fun" he suggested.
Darren appeared to like the idea. "Alright, that sounds like a good idea, where are you meeting him?"
"Uh, let me check my agenda book, i forget the name of the resto" he said, reaching into his pocket for his organizer. "Uh....i'm meeting him at Lila's, you know the place near the water?"
Darren nodded. "Ya, i've been there with Colby before. It's a nice place" "Well, it was Oliver who suggested it"
"Alright, so i'll go back to your apartment with you then we'll leave for the restaurant together?"
Daniel smiled. "Sure! Great, let's go then"

Lila's was an old fashioned style restaurant with pine walls, decorated with black and white photographs of several old inventors.
The lights at each table somewhat ressembled those of the old fashioned oil laterns that were used in the 1800's.
It was more of a feminin place because of its' lilac colored tablecloths that were embroidered with white flowers, but the overall atmosphere held a unisex feeling.
"He said he'd be at table 38" said Daniel, looking around.
A waitor, wearing a white apron, approached them. "Can i help you, gentlemen?" he asked with a dominant european accent.
"ah yes" replied Daniel. "we're here to see Oliver Jones seated at table 38" The waitor opened the black reservation book and quickly scanned down the page "You're Daniel Jones, i presume?"
He nodded. "Yes, i am"
Then the man looked Darren up and down quickly. "And who is *this*?"
"This is my good friend, Darren. He'll be eating with us also"
"Well, usually we don't allow such additions like this, but since you appear to be decent people, i will allow him to sit with you"
"Thank you, sir, it is greatly appreciated on all accounts" said Daniel in his most posh voice.
"Alright, table 38 is to your right. Enjoy your meals" he said, then walked away.
"Well excuse me" said Darren angrily. "Somewhat decent people? Geez, you'd think we were street rats for God's sake"
Daniel nodded. "That's Lila's for you"
As expected, Oliver was seated at table 38 in his usual waiting position: head leaning against his right hand, elbows on the table, eyes staring down at the table.
"There he is" said Daniel, pointing him out.
He was wearing a beige woolen turtleneck that went very well with his olive complexion, and his hair was styled differently from the usual style which was always messily parted, similar to Daniel's. This time, it was nicely slicked back away from his dark green eyes and neatly parted in the middle.
He was swishing around the remainder of his water in his glass when they approached the table.
Oliver immediately looked up from his glass.

and...?