I also worked to remove a strand of hair that was stubbornly refusing to cooperate. I was walking down the sidewalk when I saw him coming down the street. It was clear from the photograph that he appeared to be in good health.
He walked with a tall, self-assured stride, and the same warm smile that lit up his face. On the other hand, the bouquet of roses that he was holding was the thing that took me entirely by surprise. And not flowers from the grocery store either.
These were placed with great attention to detail, wrapped in paper, and tied with a ribbon made of satin. My heart rate intensified. As he handed the flower to me with a flourish, he remarked, “You must be Julia.” These are intended for you.
With genuine amazement, I blinked my eyes. “Wow, I am really grateful. You didn’t have to complete that task.”
It was easy for him to say, “I thought I’d get the night off to a good start.” In addition, before I had the opportunity to properly comprehend the gesture, he reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out a little gift box that was tied with a bright teal bow.
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