"No, I bring left-over today."
"What do you bring?"
"Lucky. Since when do you often cook?"
"Hey, I do bring lunch once in awhile."
"Why don't you bring for me too?"
Brig laughed. "Go get a cook."
"Oh, come on, it's not like you pack a lunch for David. He goes to Kalas and have servants feed him. I'll help you finish your left-over."
"Right and listen to your whining about my cooking."
"Well, I'm in the mood of enjoying." Alex laughed.
"Other time :P"
"Okay, fine, you stop looking after your friend." Alex teased.
"Right, boy, go get your lunch."
"Want a soda or anything?"
"Iced tea." Brig grinned.
"All right, be back. Remind Lucy about break too when she gets off the phone."
"You're a good boss."
"I'm a way-too-easy boss." Alex stepped out to get his hamburger.
At the breakroom, Alex brought his hamburger to the table to eat. Brig was warming her left-over. Lucy was still waiting for her deliver of a hot sandwish.
"Hey, Brig, what's this?" Alex called from the table.
"What?" Brig turned around and looked at the small paper fallen out of her lunch box and got picked up by Alex. It had the phrase "You're my lighthouse" written with big and round letters.
Brig felt a rush of pleasure through her body because she knew whose handwriting it was.
"You're my lighthouse?" Alex asked in confusion and supressed his laughter.
"So? You tend to read everything?"
"I picked it up. Took only seconds for me to read, that was the only thing on the paper."
"What happened?" Lucy came in the breakroom with her brown bag of sandwish.
"Brig got a love note."
"Oh, really?" Lucy grinned.
"Yeah, 'you're my lighthouse'." Alex mimicked a high-pitched voice.
"You're a terrible singer." Brig stuck out her tongue and snatched the note from Alex's hand.
"You must have been a harsh teacher. He already knows how to write 'lighthouse'."
"He's a fast learner." Brig smiled her happiness.
"Next time, ask him to write a poem."
"I didn't ask. And I hate poetry!"
"Maybe you'll love David's poetry!" Lucy chimed in.
"You two! Your foods are getting cold!"
"And I think you're full already." Alex laughed.
Later at night, Brig set up Dave's plate of fish and chips. "I saw your note today. Thank you."
Dave took the plate and pecked a kiss on Brig's cheek. "It took me fifteen minutes to write that. I kept messing up the spelling and had to use a new piece of paper."
"What's the occasion?" Brig leisurely kissed Dave on his lips.
"I was thinking about you." Dave answered softly into her mouth.
"That was a great lunch."
"Oh, we need to hurry. The Music-On-Demand night is on." Dave hurriedly turned on the TV.
"What's the rush, Dave?" Brig came to the sofa and sit in Dave's lap.
*Voice-over from TV* "And now, we have a request from David Kalas in Dello town. He wants to send a message to Brigitte Winkle and I quote 'Brigitte, you're my only lighthouse. Thank you for saving me. I love you'. Now, please enjoy his requested song called 'Lighthouse' by Westlife."
-------(http://westlife.com --> Westlife's official website--- Look below for song)---------------
Brig froze and couldn't breath for whole song. She was moved beyond tears. "Dave....You're not weak! You're my lighthouse too."
"I was a deadman. You brought me back from death to heaven."
"I love you, David Kalas." Brig kissed him long and slow.
"And I love you very much, Brig." He set both of their plates down and continued their kiss.
Until the phone interrupted them. Brig panted and tried to catch her breath. "Hello?"
"Hey, Brig. That was sweet. I heard it on the TV!" Nat called.
"Oh, thank you, but hey, I have to eat. I'm starving."
"Yes, yes, of course, you're busy." Nat laughed knowingly.
Brig just hung up the phone and her cell phone rang. "Marge, yes, I know, I heard it."
"You're my light house! That is so sweet. You're a very skinny lighthouse though!" Marge teased.
"Okay, okay, that's why I'm going to eat now." Her house phone rang.
"Hehe, did I interrupt something?" Marge laughed.
"Hello?" Dave answered the house phone.
"Yes, my dinner, Marge." Brig replied in happiness.
"Oh really? Dessert becomes entree? What are you eating?"
"Yes, that was me." Dave talked to the phone.
"Fish and chips and they're getting cold if you don't hang up now." Brig said goodbye to Marge.
"Who cares about the fish and chips? You have a hot dessert right there. I'll let you go enjoy." Marge laughed.
"Oh, you're just jealous that you don't have a lighthouse!" Dave retorted to whoever on the phone.
Brig couldn't taste the cold fried fish fillet while watching Dave answering the phone.
"Uh-huh, so you have to find a cook and now, if you excuse me, I like to get back to my dinner."
"Either way, I bet my entree and dessert is better than your lazy pizza." Dave laughed and hung up. "That was Alex."
"Oh, he saw the note at lunch."
"He's insanely jealous that he hasn't found his lighthouse yet."
"Or a cook." Brig laughed.
"You should eat more."
"I almost finished."
"I haven't even started." Dave stared into her eyes with a clear meaning.
"What are you waiting for?"
"For you to finish your dinner." Dave leaned down.
"I want to make dessert my entree now." Brig grabbed his face and kissed him full on the mouth. Quickly, they lounged on the sofa and indulged in kisses. Their dinners, or what left of them, were forgotten and replaced by something hotter, sweeter and all around better