The warm smile on his face made me feel at ease, and I nodded back.
“Miss Renee, right?”
“Yes.”
“Welcome to The Palms restaurant, ma’am.”
“Thank you.” I replied sharply, stepping toward him. He extended his right hand, which he'd clasped behind him, that I hadn't noticed.
He was holding a single red rose and a black notecard. Handing me both, I took them, my mouth open, ready to question him.
“Please accept this. Mr. Clarke, your date, instructed me to give them to you.”
“Oh…” I trailed off, glancing at the card while inhaling the fresh rose. It smelled so lovely and fresh. “Mmmm…” I sniffed, my eyes reading the note but my confusion was compounded when I noticed that the gold-inscribed sentence on the card was in French or was it Spanish?
“What exactly is...” I began to speak
