Waiting in their usual meeting place, he was vehemently willing his watch to go faster so as to bring sooner their long awaited appointment. That day she was going to say her final word concerning his marriage proposal. Finishing his fourth lemonade, he picked a leafy flower from amongst the punch in the middle of his table. Sighing and wondering he kept throwing away the petals he consulted, “she will agree. No, she won’t. She will say yes. No, she won’t.”
Half the petals lay already dead at his feet when her ringing laugh announced her. His heart leapt and danced at the tunes of that familiar precious laugh. He was going to stand up but very shortly, she stunned him motionless by the sight of her hands clasped around the neck of a handsome young man whose hands were, in turn, clasped around her waist and covered by her long black hair. He remained perfectly still even when she threw him a sharp glance on the way to the table preserved for her and her date. He concentrated his look on the flower again and resumed the picking.
Half the petals lay already dead at his feet when her ringing laugh announced her. His heart leapt and danced at the tunes of that familiar precious laugh. He was going to stand up but very shortly, she stunned him motionless by the sight of her hands clasped around the neck of a handsome young man whose hands were, in turn, clasped around her waist and covered by her long black hair. He remained perfectly still even when she threw him a sharp glance on the way to the table preserved for her and her date. He concentrated his look on the flower again and resumed the picking.
