A dream life - 37 In love with Portugal (i)

It wasn't long ago I had uploaded a fiction "The Last Will" a reader is interested and gives me a job offer to write a film script, the drama is happened in Lisbon.
I ask Joshua, "Do you have any friend telling you anything about their love life?"
Joshua says, "No."
I ask again, "What does  "No" mean? Did you mean you do not have any friend, or you still have friends because they did not tell you anything?"
Joshua says, "Let's brainstorming to create a fiction."

The first met:

The falling leaves, golden and brown leaves floating in the wind, just as if fairies. It is a chilly Autumn day, melodies carries resentment coming from a Viola, I am walking on the path between houses, the music comes from one of the windows.
This is the end of my vacation, I am going back home. Taking my luggage, and a broken heart with me.
I remember it was the first of July, the first day I came to Lisbon, I met her, a young woman, she was taking out a dish of vegetable from the kitchen to her table, we were in a restaurant where I was having lunch. I saw her eating her dishes of vegetable and fishes, with a bowl of steamed rice, looked so much like Chinese dishes, but I was in a Portuguese cuisine restaurant.
The waiter told me, "She wants steamed rice and stirred fried vegetable, and steamed fishes. But we only make risoto, peixe grelhado, saladas. So she went into the kitchen to make her dishes. But she paid the same price as if risoto, peixe grelhado, saladas. Do you want to try"
I ask, "I want to try her dishes."
Waiter, "You have to make your own dishes."
I say, "I want risoto, peixe grelhado, saladas, please."
That was the first time I saw her, but she did not notice anyone, she only concentrated on the dishes in front of her.
(To Be continued)