Flash Fiction: Date Night

It was date night at a fancy restaurant I had picked.

“I’ll have a Cabernet Sauvignon.”

I already knew about her infatuation with this variety of red-wine. So, I merely nodded to the waiter, who went to fetch it. It’s been six weeks since she invited me as a guest on her talk-show, where I fell for her.

“Darling, you have picked a lovely place, but I guess rain is going to spoil our date night.”

I snapped. Dozens of colourful umbrellas rose up in the sky, shielding the entire restaurant. I winked at her.

“Perks of being a wizard!”