Dahlia- the flower which expresses gratitude and charity.
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Our eyes were anchored.
I only looked away when someone tapped my shoulder. It was a woman. Probably a bit older than me. If you looked closely she even looked like Polly.
She began to talk: "hey, I'm Ada Shelby. My aunt told me a lot about ya. Nice to meet ya in person." I smiled and replied: "the pleasure is mine. I hope we get along well." We talked for quite a while. I was actually starting to feel good. I've rarely had so much fun. not after their death. It was great to have someone to talk. The people were enthusiastic and friendly. I didn't expect that it would be that fun.
After a few hours the man and some women were drunk. Most of them left the bar. The music stopped. It was already quite dark and I had to get up early tomorrow, so I decided to go. Ada hugged me and said goodbye to me. Outside the cold air of small heath killed me.
I was about to walk down the Garrison Lane and Witton Street when a voice spoke up: "A young lady, should not walk this way alone at night. especially not pretty ones." I started to blush. I looked at the person and noticed the blue eyes and said surprised:"You?" He looked into my eyes. I could see a smile forming on his lips while he puffed on his cigarette. Under the moonlight i saw his eyes sparkling. I couldn't avert my gaze He walked closer to me as he said: "It is nice that you remember me. Our reunion is now under better circumstances. My first impression was probably not the best, eh? I replied:" You can say that. I can see you are doing better. I hope you have a good night, but I need to go home now if I want to wake up tomorrow for my job" He responded:"I know. I wanted to walk ya home. Let me walk ya home in thanks for your help, Dahlia." I looked at him as I realized. "You didn't forget my name" i said and looked him deep in his eyes. "I would never forget your name and your face in the moonlight." He said as he walked closer to me. The next moment he was taken his coat of and put it over my shoulders. The coat gave me warmth and security. I thanked him quietly.
We began to walk through the street. During the way there was silence. It wasn't an awkward silence, it was pleasant. Arrived at my bakery, he said: "you really have a nice shop" I thanked him again.
Just as I was about to give the coat back to him, he buttoned it for me and meant: "Keep it. I want you to keep it. It suits you better" I looked up to see his face. I started to blush again. Hopefully, he doesn't see me blush. He was a good deal taller than me. He was probably 2 or 3 years older than me. He had a beautiful face. He looked in my face. I could look him straight in the eyes. His eyes were the most beautiful eyes I ever laid eye on. There were piercing blue, like the wide ocean.
We stood there for a few minutes when a car horn broke the night. He cleared his throat and backed away. I missed his closeness directly. "I think you should go in. sleep well" with these words he disappeared into the darkness. Only when he disappeared into the darkness I realized that I didn't asked for his name...
