Thursday, December 26, 2013
100 Words a Day 495
The doorbell rang. She looked through the peephole; it was him. She opened the door, smiling. He had a rose. She lit up. The crimson petals matched her dress. He handed her the flower and she inhaled deeply, feeling the enchanting fragrance send shivers down her spine. Then she noticed his outfit. The white shirt he wore was fitted, showing off the work he had put into his upper body. He wore a black tie. After a moment they walked to the car. He opened the car door for her and she saw eleven more roses on the car seat.