Among the eyes following her were those of her date; between her intelligence and the grace with which the young teacher carried herself, Akbar found himself hungry for more then just chocolate when she returned to the table.  It was as if he could feel the gazes of the restaurant goes on her, and it aroused him to know she was attracting attention.<br/><br/>He poured her a little wine, and as if on cue - Akbar had not planned it this way - the waiter came by.  "The lady first."  He motioned to Afton so she could order first, but he - while always a chocolate fan himself - wanted to indulge in a different sweet for dessert.  "Strawberry cheesecake."  A cliche, maybe, but Akbar found that was one of the few non american (and non chocolate) desserts he could enjoy, so he always got it when he could.<br/><br/>As the waiter left, he smiled at her.  "I'm so glad you came with me tonight.  You are very beautiful."  He let his gaze linger on her as he said the word, sipping his wine again.  Afton knowing that he was looking at her, ogling her a bit, maybe even lusting after her.  "Our evening does not have to end here...if you'd like to come back to my place for a bit."<br/><br/>Another easy smile.  "After we finish dessert, of course.  The timing of him asking her was almost manipulative, as he wanted her to think about it, to bear the weight of refusing his request if she said no now.  At the door, at the cab, she could say no and leave him.  But here and now, she might dissapoint him by refusing....