"Hello." 's cheerful voice made my heart jump. Putting all my willpower into keeping my voice sounding normal, or at least not overly anxious and excited I said:
"Hi, , it's . How's it going?"
"It's all good," she answered. "I got a week off work, so I'm enjoying myself here with Blake." My heart sank and I almost dropped the phone right there. How I managed to hear her next phrase is still a mystery. I guess you hear good news better. "I just love the furry bandit," she finished.
I sighed in relief and fell onto the couch. "Blake is your cat?"
"Yes," she chuckled. "What did you think?"
"I was worried he's your boyfriend."
"Ah, and you were worried because..." she said in a playful tone.
"Because I wanted to ask you out for dinner." I surprised myself with that. It came out smooth and confident, sounding like a man who's sure in himself and always gets what he wants. However, that was the extent of my bravery. I was shaking with excitement and anxiety.
"Why don't you do it, then?" said.
", would you like to go out and have dinner with me?"
"That's more like it," she laughed. "Tonight at 7 in Pinky Café on Campus."
"Great!" I exclaimed. "You're a sweetheart, !"
"Don't be late."
"I wouldn't! Bye-bye."
"Bye-bye."
With that she hung up. Only then the magnitude of what just happened began reaching me, flooding my whole body with happiness. I don't think there are words to explain how I felt then, but those who were in love know it. Full of joy and energy, I rushed out to the barber's, then thoroughly cleaned my car and spent a long time picking out the best possible outfit. By 5:30 I was all set and ready for the Big Date. Carrying a dozen fresh roses, I arrived to the Café at 6 and waited. |