Rose: A Short Story

ROSE PART 2

Our date that night was spectacular. She was the most marvellous being that my eyes could have possibly trailed on that evening. Her usually straightened hair was curled in loose ringlets, with one side pinned up in a clip shaped like a white rose. She wore a little navy evening gown with sparkles along the one sleeve, with a glittery white evening shawl spread across her backside from elbow to elbow. Her chestnut eyes were adorned in a dark eyeshadow and liquid liner across her waterline. Her cheeks were contoured slightly with a cherry tone. Her lips were lined in a deep blood red that reminded me of the rose she was named after.

Despite my stuttering due to awe, I managed to utter "My, oh my, you are certainly looking beautiful tonight."

I watched her rosy red cheeks become filled with blush and excitement as she thanked me and showed me to our table. Soon after, our waitress took our drink orders.

"Could I please have a glass of Chateau st John Chardonnay?" We both exclaimed at the same time. The waitress looked at us funny as we struggled to contain our laughter shortly before she wandered off to prepare our drinks.

"Wow. This is starting off a lot funnier than I'd imagined." Rose said in between giggles and gasps to regain the air that escaped her lungs from hard laughter.

Shortly after, we had gotten our food and we began talking about ourselves in between sips of alcohol and gentle, playful banter. It turns out that we have almost the exact same interests and lifestyles, and it was fun sharing our opinions only to find out that the other person had the same!

When the time came to leave, we both agreed to pay for half of the bill each to avoid the same stupid argument most couples go through on the first date. We tipped our waitress as we slipped out the door to continue our lovely date.

We went to the park and fed the pigeons using some bread crumbs we'd bought from the bakery down the street, then proceeded to walk down the street until finally her curfew came upon us. I agreed to walk her home.

We arrived at her home when just before she had walked into the house, I had forgotten the gift I had for her. So I stopped her and pulled out the small, carefully wrapped parcel that contained her favourite novel, Looking for Alaska by John Green, and a rose-shaped bookmark. I also wrote a small note expressing my gratitude for our date just under the dedications. I had expected her to open it when she got inside, but she sat me down as she opened her parcel in shock and pure happiness. She wrapped her arms around my torso in gratitude and we kissed each other goodnight. Rose walked inside with a grin sprawled from ear to ear, and I found myself walking home with the same smile, because I knew that we both felt the same way.

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