Mismatched Socks

Sophia - Chapter 32: Daisies

The next day I come home from work and take a shower. I open my closet and just stare at it. Renée never really said what we are going to do. Is it a date? Or just friends hanging out together? I secretly hope it's a date. I take my phone and message her again.

What should I wear?

Nothing too fancy, but not your
joggings XD

Renée, seriously. What should I
wear? Is it like a date thing or a
friendly thing? Are we going to
a bar? Restaurant? The park?

What do you want it to be?

You can wear whatever you want,
but bring a coat because it might
get cold?

I look at my screen for a while. What do I want it to be? What do I want it to be? I want it to be a freaking date.

I want it to be a date.

Thank god! Imagine how it would
look like later and you said you
didn't want it to be a date! I would
want to bury myself into the ground,
haha.

Smiling I like her message.

After a few hours, Renée rings the bell. I hurry outside and almost jump around her neck when the door falls shut behind me. Renée lets out a surprised sound, trying not to fall over. 'You crushed the flowers I got you,' Renée chuckles as she hugs me back with one arm. 'It doesn't matter,' I whisper and keep hugging her.

I let go of her and look at the crushed daisies in her hands. I take them out of her hand and smile before kissing her cheek. 'Thank you,' I say. Renée smiles and we start walking to our destination. Once I recognize the way to the park I smile softly. Renée's hands brushes against mine. I look at her, she is looking at me. Her light brown eyes scan my face. Her blonde curls are longer than I can remember, but still bounce along with everything she does.

My eyes glide over her, to her hand that is only an inch removed from mine. I take her hand and lace our fingers. My eyes go back to her face where a smile is greeting me. That smile has the capability to wipe away all the sadness of the past years, and it does. Her smile does wipe away the sadness. She squeezes my hand gently and turns her head to look at what's in front of us. I follow her gaze and see a picknick basket, blanket and some yellow Christmas lights laying around the blanket.

Elise gets up from the grass and smiles. 'No one touched anything,' she says to Renée. 'Thanks,' Renée thanks her. 'Now, you better not get anything in you head about not being with her. Because it's ridiculous,' Elise says to me. I nod and she hugs me. Elise leaves and Renée guides me to the blanket.

We take a seat and I am in awe of how beautiful the park looks. I put the daisies next to me and Renée puts the basket in between us. I don't want there to be anything in between us ever again. Renée gently pokes my arm, getting my attention. 'I have my aunt's cookies, but this time I baked them myself,' she says and holds up a box of cookies. 'In my opinion they are better,' Renée laughs and I laugh too.

Renée talks about how her father got a dog and she had to watch him today – because he's not potty trained yet. The puppy was running al over her feet and she tripped, spilling flower all over the kitchen and little dog. I start laughing, imagining how it would look like. She talks about how she tried to bathe him, but he kept jumping on her making her wet. I can't stop smiling at her. Her eyes seem to sparkle as she speaks. I missed that sparkle, she doesn't have that with a lot of people.