Actually, you weren't really interested in going on dates again, especially after your friends kept talking about their horror dates.

"He dumped me." "He was married." "He left and I had to pay for everything." And that sort of thing... But then you met a young man. You immediately liked him, you hit it off right away, and you could swear there were some sparks between you.

So there you are, on a date with this man, in a wonderful restaurant, and things couldn't be going better.

"That lamp looks so beautiful..." you murmur, more to yourself than to him, as you look at one of the lamps by the entrance.

"Want to have it? I'll sort it out..." you suddenly hear him say as he takes a sip of his drink, smiling and maintaining eye contact with you.