At the palms; as the waiter was leading the way to my table I was so thankful that I remembered to make a reservation earlier today, but doubt kept creeping it’s way to my brain, what if he doesn’t show up? Will he stand me up? And if he came, would he recognize me? As I was going on and on I was surprised to hear a familiar voice by my table saying: sorry I’m a little late!

I jerked my head up to see that handsome face again, his deep brown eyes, his sharp little nose and his muscled body now covered by an Armani black suit. He sure knows how to dress to impress.

_I hope you have a good excuse, because I distinctly remember warning you not to be late.

_ I do, I got caught up at the florist. I didn’t know what kind of flowers you like so I brought some of everything. I hope you like it.

_ thank you. They’re beautiful. I like roses. But not knowing what kind of flowers I like doesn’t come as a big shock to me. You don’t even know my name.

_ Huh! that makes sense! But I’m about to, right?

_About to what?  I was drowning in his brown eyes that I lost track of the conversation and my thoughts for that matter.

_about to know your name, I’m Kris

_nice to finally put a name to the face, I’m Mary.

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The next morning, I found myself arriving early to my office, something that I haven’t done in a long w