His letter was waiting for her when she got home and as usually it was accompanied by a rose. These letters had been a constant over the past few weeks. Though she wanted to not look forward to them, it was a lost cause. With every letter she found herself getting more carried away.
This time the letter came with an invitation, directions and time. “Meet me at the following address. Don’t be late.” He had even included a picture with a circle around where exactly he wanted her to be. Always so precise, she thought as she put the letter away and checked the clock. If she were to be on time she’d have leave soon.
After she changed she grabbed the rose and took a taxi to the address. It was darker out by the time she arrived and street lights were flickering on along the street. Her heart beat faster as she found the exact spot on the picture and ascended the stairs to indicated spot. The rose she held to her breast and turned her head down to listen to the quiet around her. She should be able to hear him when he arrived.
A few moments passed, she wasn’t sure how long, but then she heard it. The subtle sound of a car door closing down the street. He was coming. She didn’t have to look to know it was was him. As he got closer she could hear his footsteps on the ground.
The footsteps stopped and his voice drifted through the air. “Tell me you’ve had a wonderful evening so far. . . “ Those were his words. Tell me. They sent a delightful shiver down her spine. Though they still stood apart, she could already tell how this night would go.