So he took the day off to accompany me.
Ah, how hilarious it is that we are always dressed the opposite way. One being overdressed and the other too laidback casual. A crime we perpetually repeat, how silly! Four dates and counting.
Chamomile tea for us today?
The way he stares into my eyes; with a vengeance to uncover what's beneath my skin.
Or is it lust?
Or is it romance?
Three dates on three consecutive days.
The scones can wait.
There is a certain physical and intellectual attraction; a long-sought rarity. For someone to appreciate the same things I do in life. The little things. The finer things. The little details that lead to a world of colours.
The quiche and pie can wait.
And as I listed out all the things I am looking forward to later this year, he said, "Can I be there with you?"
I'll have that with vanilla ice-cream, thank you!
As we drove off (into the ubiquitious metropolitan jam) in his yuppie car, the audio system started playing. A soothing bossa nova voice singing,
"I love you, I love you, I love you"
Oh! That lingering aftertaste of blackberries and java!
And then, his fingers crept into the spaces between mine.
