Chapter TwoWhen I meet Alex again, it’s after I get home from my second day at the office, just as agreed during our numerous messages and lengthy phone call in between. He says he’s been waiting for me for ‘only a minute’, but I’m sceptical. I find myself flustered, staring at the bouquet of roses he brought for me, before thinking to unlock the front door.
“Do you not like them?” Somehow, less than forty-eight hours apart have made things a little weird again. Everything still seems so new and fragile.
“Love them. Thank you!” I shoot him a wide smile and lean in for a kiss which he immediately responds to. Things may be fragile, but also beautifully simple.
“Thought I should bring something. Technically this is our third date, depending on how you count these things.”
“Not sure how t
