Now it was Saturday evening. It was dawning but still warm enough to go outside with only a sweater thrown over.
Rose was sitting at her desk and revising the subject of today’s class which she did not quite understand after the professor had explained it very complicated. However when the doorbell rang the last bit of her concentration disappeared into thin air.
“Rose! Arnold’s here!”, Jules yelled after a short silence in which the door was opened and greetings were exchanged.
“Okay”, she yelled back. Wait, -what?! Why was he here? She told him that she wasn’t free tonight because she had stuff to do.
Rose ran downstairs and just caught the end of Arnold’s sentence who was talking to Jules.
“…if I can take her out tonight to a party?”, his deep voice sounded in the kitchen right bef
