Author's Note: This is my first attempt to write a story. As you may have noticed from Pt.1, English is not my mother tongue so you will find some mistakes for sure. Whatever is included in these stories happened last winter. Names are changed for obvious reasons. Feel free to leave your comments below. Parts 3 and 4 are almost ready and they are much more interesting. I strongly suggest reading Pt.1 before the story below
-That's great, Anne replied.
-Yeah. Now I have to find what to wear.
-You've got to impress him, what does he like?
-Skirts, but I'm not in the mood to wear one. I'm going to wear the navy blue trousers I bought last week with a white plain shirt
-Wait a minute. You asked him out. You must impress him to hit your target. But you are not going to wear what he likes on a woman?
-Yes! I also don't know how to tell him.
-Tell him what?
-That I want this kind of "relationship" with him
-Let your clothes do the talking.
-I hate skirts.
-He likes them
-I guess if he agrees on my proposal that from now on he is going to tell me each time what to wear. This may be the last time I can wear trousers.
-As you want
As Mary was ready, she looked herself on the mirror. She looked attractive; the navy blue trousers made her bottom look great. But she was nervous. Very nervous. She was shy when she was talking to men, even to John, whom she knew for more than 6 years. It was now or never. If she wasn't going to take advantage of his interest that night, she wouldn't have a second chance.
It was too early. She spent the next half an hour listening to music in order to relax. That night all she had to do was to take a deep breath and tell him what she wants. Easier said than done though. She decided to wear the pink leather watch, the one he bought her when he fell in love with her. It was old but still great.
Anne wished her Good Luck and told her to text her a code message when she had the chance. It was the signal that everything was OK
"What I'm going to do if he says no? He will probably stop talking to me". That was her main thought on her way to underground station. The ten minute walk seemed like an eternity to her. But that wasn't a first. They had stopped talking to each other several times, but each one of them either she or he made the first move for a reconnection. Once he had told her that he was thinking of her the whole time and he was asking common friends for her news. She did that too. Now she was the one to risk their relationship.
As she walked into the train she was watching the faces of other passengers. They seemed relaxed, only she was the one to be so nervous. Her pulse was elevated. Her hands were shaking. But she had to act normal. As the train reached her destination, she made one last thought. If she was going to run away, that was the time. She didn't know what she was afraid of. Him? Or the chance that a whole new chapter in her life could start that night?
He was late, probably stuck in traffic. While she was waiting, she texted her friend the code message. It was early, but she was sure that everything is going to be fine. She trusted him. She knew that he will not hurt her. She knew that he still cared about her, even though his love for her may now be long gone.
About half an hour later than expected, he finally arrived. He was dressed smart, as always. A nice white shirt with yellow and blue stripes and a grey chino. He looked older than he was
-Sorry to be late, I was stuck in traffic, John apologised as she entered his car
-I thought so. It's ok, there is no need to apologise
-Nice to see you
-Nice to see you too
-You look nice.
-Thank you
-It is a bit late and it is Wednesday but it was a very busy day for me. I couldn't make it earlier
-There is no problem. I asked you to go out after all, blame is on me.
