Chapter Eight- It's a surprise

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This chapter is a series of moments and conversations from throughout the date; kinda like a montage lol. Hope you enjoy! :p

(...) means time jump :))

Tao's POV

My hands tremble slightly as I wait for Stormy to pick me up.

Four minutes to go.

My nerves jump from side to side as I, once again, critically observe my carefully selected outfit.

I had chosen a cosy, mustard-yellow jumper with my freshly-washed light jeans. On my feet, lay sunflower socks and light brown shoes. Finally a grey hat, with a bee stitched on, sat on my messy, white hair.

I sigh slightly, wondering if I have time to change, when the doorbell rings

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I sigh slightly, wondering if I have time to change, when the doorbell rings.

I look at the clock, 5pm exactly.

He's here.

I clamber up from my soft, black sofa- rushing to the door. Calming my trembling fingers, I open it quietly.

My breath catches in my throat.

There he is. Stormy blue, wearing a stunning outfit- simple yet stylish.

Tight, black, ripped jeans paired with a plain black t-shirt and a textured denim jacket. Matching all that is a patterned scarf, laying on his thick neck. His shoes are plain black timberlands; they tie the whole look together.

He smiles at me fondly, holding out his rough hand as if to say, 'shall we?'

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He smiles at me fondly, holding out his rough hand as if to say, 'shall we?'

I place my soft hand in his.
We shall.

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The gentle hum of the radio caresses my ears, the bumpy road pushing the car up and down.

This journey is unlike the others that I have experienced.

I usually feel suffocated; endangered; terrified, yet now all I feel is peace and tranquility. It's amazing what the presence of one person can do.

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