One, Two, Three And?
She bought the dress.
She should be saving money for a house of her own.
She should be making smart plans for a better and brighter future.
She should be saving money for next month's rent.
But it brings out the color of her eyes and she loves the way it hugs her body. Besides, it was on sale.
So were the shoes that so perfectly matched, by the way.
She puts them on and looks herself in the mirror.
For once her wild unruly hair is smooth and wavy and her lip gloss tastes like cherry.
Somehow she can't stop feeling nervous.
She casts another look at the card and the bottle of champagne.
She loves his handwriting.
She loves his eyes.
She loves his smile.
She loves his everything.
Does she look pretty? Does she look elegant? Does she look attractive? Is she beautiful?
There comes a knock on the door and then there he is, standing right in front of her, smiling.
The Dark Knight Of Gotham.
The warmth.
The light.
The dream.
The longing.
He hands her the red red rose and she puts her hand in his.
"I need a date." The card reads.
~The End~