I sat there nervously as the waiter refilled my glass.
I could not believe I was finally going to meet his parents! I looked around
the room at the expensive decor. The china glasses sparkled when they met the
sun coming through the window. The soft violin music and the dimmed lights made
the room elegant and sophisticated. My thoughts were interrupted when I felt a
tap on my shoulder. I turned around to see my boyfriend of two years, and his
parents standing there. I smiled as they sat down beside me. The beginning of
dinner went well! His father and I had a lot in common. It seemed like
everything was going great. Then it was time for dessert. As the waiter dropped
off the cheesecake that we had ordered, I spotted the perfect piece. My mouth
watered as I admired the delectable dessert. As I prepared to grab it, my boyfriend’s
father took it! My heart sank, and I felt sick to my stomach. How could he! Why
would he! I tried to stay relaxed, but I couldn't; the piece was perfect. It
had the perfect amount of strawberries, the crust was baked to a soft golden
shade, and I needed it. I felt my knuckles turning white as I clenched the
table. I could not let him have the first bite! Without thinking, I grabbed the
cheesecake off his plate with my hand, and stuffed in to my face. The taste was
so extraordinary that I didn’t notice the reactions around me. It was the most wonderful sensation I had ever had. Even though my boyfriend never talked to me
again, I will never regret my decision. It was the best cheesecake I had ever
tasted.
Rebecca, good job. I feel like cheese cake now. Be careful to proof read for little mistakes.
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