The next day, Violet got ready and was preparing to meet the boy from the day before. She walked downstairs and hurried out the door before anyone else in the house could say anything to her.
As she was walking she though to herself,
"What if he doesn't like me?"
"What if I trip or fall in front of him?
"What if I start to stutter when I'm introducing myself?" Then she walked in front of his house. He was outside in his lawn throwing a baseball up and down. She began to reminisce about him. She stood there for what seemed like forever. Then she stopped thinking about him and walked into his property. She began to sweat and started to hear her heart pounding. She was having mixed feelings that were making her panic. Then she blurted out the first word she though of, "Hi," she said. "Hey, who are you?" he said in a calm way. "My name is Violet Baudelaire." "Hi Violet, I'm Victor Allen." "I live two houses up from you," she said "Oh, neat." "Yea, well I better get going," she said. "Violet, would you like to do something sometime, with me?" he said. "Sure, that would be very entertaining." "Okay, how about Saturday?" he said. "Perfect, I love Saturdays!" Violet said. "Okay, I'll see you then," He said. "Bye," Violet said flirtatious. As Violet walked home she skipped in glee. She was proud of herself for being brave and facing her love. As she continued home all she could picture was his tan face and black hair with his cute widow's peak. As she walked in the door, Klaus was waiting on a couch near the door. "VIOLET WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?" he said coldly. "I'VE BEEN WORRIED SICK ABOUT YOU!" "It's none of your business," she said gleefully. Then she trotted upstairs and jumped on her bed. She was so proud. Her heart was racing and she wasn't nervous anymore. She thought it was love at first site. But she didn't know what was coming in the future. . .