I Moved On, Right?

First Date, Second Chance

The next few days flew by in a whirlwind of anticipation. I couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and nervous energy whenever I thought about Saturday. Pearl noticed the shift in my demeanor and couldn't resist teasing me at every turn, making me roll my eyes but laugh all the same. We spent late nights chatting about what I should wear and what I hoped would happen during the day. The simple joy of having someone to share it all which made my heart feel lighter than it had in weeks.

Saturday morning dawned with clear skies and a warm breeze that hinted at a perfect day ahead. I took my time getting ready, trying on several outfits before settling on a flowy dress in a soft, peach color that made me feel like myself-comfortable, yet a little bit daring. I styled my hair in loose waves and applied a hint of makeup that accentuated my eyes. When I caught my reflection, I smiled, the nerves replaced with a flicker of hope.

Stan's text came in around noon, saying he was on his way. My heart did a little flip, and I grabbed my small crossbody bag and checked my phone one last time to make sure I had everything I needed. The doorbell rang, and I took a deep breath before opening it. Stan stood there, a bouquet of wildflowers in hand and a smile that made my pulse quicken.

"Hey," he said, eyes crinkling at the corners as he extended the flowers to me. "These are for you."

I took the bouquet, inhaling the scent of fresh blooms. "Thank you, Stan," I said, feeling a mix of surprise and delight.

"Are you ready?" he asked, his voice hopeful.

"More than ready," I replied, my confidence growing as he led me out to the car.

The drive was filled with music and conversation. Stan shared stories about his plans for the day, making me laugh at his easygoing nature. He took me to a park by the river, where a quaint little café sat surrounded by flowering trees. It was the kind of place that felt untouched by time-serene and perfect for a quiet day spent together.

We found a secluded spot by the river, with a picnic blanket already laid out. Stan had packed a basket filled with my favorite treats.

"This feels nice," I said after a while, leaning back with my hands propped behind me. The sun cast a warm glow on my face, and for the first time in a long time, I felt at ease.

"It does," Stan said, eyes catching mine. "I wanted this to be special, for you and for us."

My chest ached with emotion. "You've really been trying, haven't you?"

Stan nodded, a slight smile playing on his lips. "I have. I know I made mistakes, but I'm hoping we can learn from them, together."

The sincerity in his eyes made my voice catch in my throat. "I think we can or we already have" I whispered. The breeze ruffled my hair, and I reached out, finding his hand beside me. Our fingers intertwined, and I felt a warmth that spoke of forgiveness and new beginnings.

"Ohh....by the way Stan...what do you do now? As in profession. I never asked you this." I asked

Stan's smile widened at the unexpected question, and he chuckled, a warm, deep sound that made my heart skip. "I should have told you earlier, "I'm a programmer now," he said, his voice taking on a note of pride. "Started my own small tech firm a few years ago. It's been a wild ride, but I love it."

I raised an eyebrow, surprised but impressed. "A programmer? That suits you."

His smile grew at my reaction. "Thanks. It's been a lot of late nights and early mornings, but it's worth it. I get to create, problem-solve, and work on projects that challenge me."