I invite her to lunch?

Alma and I walked in silence until we reached the restaurant whose terrace occupied the corner of the street. I intended to devote myself entirely to her today, as I would everyday now. I did not move my chair away from hers as anyone else would have done. I wanted us to be closer than when we were sitting in the park, close enough that the warmth of her skin could irradiate my body. It was a weird experience, both fun and scary. I was happy to have chosen this table where we would sit side-by-side, rather than face-to-face. The attraction became stronger as soon as I was got closer. Had I accused her of being a magnet? Or was I the magnet that attracted her incessantly? At this point, it seemed true. I was in danger every time I leaned toward her. My attraction to her grew stronger.

The waitress put the menu on the table and said "My colleague will take your order."