DAISY ♡
Casper picked me up at seven.
He was waiting outside the building when I came down, not in the lobby checking his phone, not parked at the curb sending a text to say he was there. He was standing outside, his hands in his jacket pockets, looking at the street with the easy patience of someone who was not bothered by waiting. He turned when he heard the door and smiled and it was a straightforward smile. No performance in it.
“You look great,” he said.
“Thank you,” I said. “So do you.”
He did. That was the honest answer. He was tall and easy in his clothes and he held the car door open without making it a production and when I got in he closed it gently and walked around to his side and that was it. No commentary. No expectation. Just a person opening a door because that was th
