This is what I want

Someday, you text me at work, or email. Spontaneously. "Let's do supper."

I say, sure, haven't seen you in a week or so, that'd be nice. Who else is coming? You name a couple of friends. Fun.

Where? You name a restaurant I don't know well... let's say, Fujiyama. I like Japanese. Cool. YOU don't like sushi, what's with that? "Craving teriyaki chicken". Ok. Shrug.

I show up to meet you after work. Friends are coming in a few, you say... you're there already. With a flower for me. And... I don't know what to do because this is beyond us.

And honestly, whatever else comes... this is all I want. For someone to choose something pretty and think of me. The romance. That's it.