Birgit Gohwalla sighed. It was a sigh that would have made the most brutal dictator shed tears, copiously! A sigh that carried the anguish of generations of the oppressed and persecuted.
Erdem Kindersteg blurted out now for the third time - but I tried, you know I really tried. But Birgit was not impressed and let out another sigh that made the chandeliers tinkle and diners briefly stop talking and look for a second at the tall, lithe, gorgeous blond by the bar and her short fat, well dressed companion.
Erdem had felt this would be the day his relationship with Birgit would finally become stable - he had got a table at El Bulli, jumping a four year queue and being summoned at short notice to be there on a Saturday night, so with a quick flash of his netjets card and a limo ride they were there, on the threshold - perfection!
No, oh No!! - Disaster!!. When they arrived the table they were going to be taken to was not THE table, the power table which everyone in their world knew you had to be if you were SOMEONE. They were to be placed two table away in the wilderness. Birgit was the sort of girl who could never, never live this down and let out yet another sigh that caused the whole restaurant to go silent and see Erdems shoulders slump as his world collapsed around him.
But Erdem realised his life hung on a pivot, and remembering that he had not become who he was with out breaking a few eggs, pulled himself up to his full 5ft 4 inches and took the head waiter aside and whispered something in his ear. Rafael's eyes flickered and his mouth twitched ........
Over to you ..............
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