The White Russian that changed everything
My favorite movie theater is in a quaint little space below a restaurant. It has big, comfortable, red seats, a cozy feel, and they serve alcohol. You go there for more than a movie, you go there for the experience.
It was only a matter of time before I dragged Vera along to there. It was September when I finally did.
As we prepared to take our seats, we stopped by the bar and ordered the themed special, which was a White Russian made with Bailey’s. The selection was fortuitous since White Russians happen to be Vera’s favorite cocktail.
Then, we sat down and enjoyed ourselves.
Part way through the movie, around the time I was trying to get the last residues of a downed White Russian off melting ice cubes, Vera excused herself to use the restroom.
Suddenly, she reappeared with two drinks in her hands. She strolled back to her seat next to me and handed me one. I was startled by the thoughtfulness of the gesture.
It may seem trivial, but I find it highly uncommon for people to be observant, to think of others first, and to put forth actual effort. She was being attentive to me, which I really appreciated.
While we were close friends by that point, I hadn’t been looking for, or considered, anything beyond friendship. However, the White Russian she gave me changed everything. It planted a seed. Knowing what an amazing person I see Vera as and how aligned our values are, maybe being more than friends is something I should consider?
Well, it’s certainly been considered at this point and I couldn’t be happier that we went down that path.
I’m not sure when Vera first considered the possibility of being more than friends. When I asked, she just said it was inevitable. Perhaps. Maybe it was never really a consideration after all.