Love drunk.

Remnants of expensive food and small talk, coupled with her outlined almond eyes and his expensive perfume. They made everyone turn around and stare at the handsome couple that they were. Hands repeatedly grazing over each other, the slightest of touch, filled with limitless love, eyes meeting every now and then with a twinkle of recognition and inside jokes.
Her eyes glittered every time she stole a peak at him, his heart fluttered every time she laughed. Caring enough to feed him with her own hands, brutal enough to make him jealous with counterfeit stories about cute men. Perfection would be an understatement. Everything about this moment was divine. When she leaned over to whisper something in his ear, her warm breath seemed to caress every inch of his body. His cologne, mixed with the smell of his own body made her swoon. Each time their fingers grazed, the world would fade away into some other dimension. You're beautiful and I love you would smile the eyes.
A moment of silence that hangs between them until they burst out in bubbly laughter, cheeks flushed red. Everyone would be confused.
Why won't they leave?
Ten minutes and they were alone. She slipped one finger inside his clenched fist. Cigarettes lay abandoned on the table, making a drunk-love scenario with overpriced virgin cocktails and bread crumbs of a joyous meal. Everything around seemed secondary to the moment that they shared. Leaning over and whispering for the first time that day, she mumbled a discreet "I love you".
He observed her carefully, lost in her beauty. Her eyes immediately warmed, her smile eased, her skin suddenly softer. He looked at her hand "Why don't I buy a ring for that finger?"
All she wants to do now is fall in his arms.