It started as these things always start between us. A flirty text, a wink, an offer for me to buy you dinner. Within a few hours, I had snagged us a reservation at one of the nicest places in town. The kind of place where you usually need to know someone to get in. The kind of place a man takes a woman to make an impression on her. You and I both knew exactly what I was doing.
“Knock knock knock”.
I was standing outside your house. I’d just texted you to let you know I had arrived, but something motivated me to get up and meet you at the door. You opened it and practically jumped into my arms. “Hey babe” you said, your voice cooing like always. Pulling away, I finally had a chance to see you. You were in the most radiant, tight black dress. It accentuated every single curve perfectly. I gave you a kiss back. “Come on, let’s go,” I said turning to walk back towards my car.
“Wait.” You grabbed my hand. “I have a surprise for you”