AIDEN
When I arrive at the hospital later in the day, I send Hermione a text to let her know I'm outside.
She responds that she'll join me shortly.
I reply with a simple "Okay," trying to suppress a smile.
As I wait, I drum my fingers on the steering wheel, the engine turned off. A few minutes later, Hermione emerges from the hospital's lobby, looking radiant.
The wind blows her dark hair across her face as she steps out of the sliding doors. She brushes it away, her eyes scanning the parking area until she spots my car, parked nearby. She makes her way over, her rose-pink floral dress fluttering in the breeze.
The dress is a perfect fit for her, its light color complementing her complexion. The hem dances across her knees as she moves, and the modest yet luxurious design speaks
