“Hello Jacob, I'm fine, thank you, how are you?”
“All good,” there was a slight pause, “Evelyn, remember I told you about the opening of the Art Gallery? Well it's tomorrow night.”
“Oh.” Evelyn recalled him inviting her.
“Yes,” Jacob cleared his throat, “I wondered…if…maybe you could accompany me?”
There was a short silence, “I mean, only if you're not too busy,” Jacob surged on, “There is a bistro nearby that makes exquisite ravioli and sumptuous pistachio ice-cream. Will you come Evelyn?”
Her face softened, how kind of him to ask her, “yes Jacob, I think I would like that very much.”
“That's grand!” Jacob sounded delighted, “I'll pick you up at five o'clock and Evelyn, I've heard it's going to be quite a fancy affair.”
Evelyn's mind raced, now what could she wear? “Okay Jacob, wel
