The Unbound Horizon

The Meeting

Evelyn

It was Monday evening and the sun had already started going down. Evelyn was nervous, it had been a week since she gave Mason her letter, and last night at dinner he has given her another which stated that he wanted to meet her by the edge of her property so they could talk. It was now around six o'clock, which was the time he said he would meet her. She sat on the fence waiting and feeling nervous, what did this all mean? What was happening between them? Could she really be with Mason?

It was seeing Mason walking up to her that broke her concentration. She looked at him and smiled. When he was standing right in front of her they were both silent for awhile just looking at each other not sure what to say.

"Would you like to sit up here on the fence with me?" Evelyn asked.

"I would, thank you." Mason replied, and gracefully climbed up on the fence and found a place next to her to sit.

"So, what do you want to talk about?" Evelyn asked nervously. She had just now realized that maybe this meeting was Mason breaking things off again, yes he wrote her a note to meet him here, but it never said why. A lump rose in her throat, and her stomach knotted.

"I want to talk about us," Mason said "I don't want to keep writing you letters, I want to see you when I talk to you, I want to know what your thinking."

"You want to know what I'm thinking? Without me telling you?"

"No, I would like for you to tell me your thoughts, but I could figure it out what your thinking, even if you didn't tell me." Mason said. He loved teasing her, she always got so defensive and defiant and her little angel face would turn red with frustration.

"You could not! No one can read minds, why do you think you can read mine?"

"Because Evelyn, you have a terrible poker face, everything you think I can see on your face." Mason smiled at her, he knew she knew she had been defeated, but she would never admit to it.

"I don't know what your talking about Mason Miller, but my face is no different than anyone else's." Evelyn replied, crossing her arms with a scowl on her face.

"But it is different" Mason said seriously. He was looking at her now intensely and he knew she was scared to look back at him.

"What do you mean by that?" Evelyn said trying to keep the mood light.

"I've seen many a pretty woman Evelyn, but none compare to you." Mason said, as he reached for her hand, and softly held it in both of his. Evelyn looked at Mason now, her stomach that had full of knots was now fluttering, and she was looking into those deep brown eyes that she felt like she could melt into. His face was so calm, but serious at the same time. She didn't know what to do other than look at him, and she wondered if he found it strange.

"Evelyn, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, and ever known."

"Mason," Evelyn interrupted "I look, dress, and most of the time smell like a man, there is no part of me that is thought of to be by anyone beautiful."

"That's not true. Yes, while the whole world says you should wear a dress, you don't, and that does not mean that your a man, or that your not beautiful. I've admired your legs for years." Mason said.

"Mason!" Evelyn exclaimed, embarrassed " you can't say that." She said, her face turning red, her head down.

"Why not? It's true. Your skin,"

"What about my skin?" Evelyn interrupted again.

"Will you quit being so defensive so that I can tell you how wonderful and beautiful you are to me?"