Rosa waited patiently for the evening to come.
She was told, she had been warned—about the outside world, the need to stay hidden, the danger of being seen.
But there was something about his voice… his smiles… They were more compelling than anything in the world.
“I’ll be waiting for you Rosa,” his voice echoed through her mind.
She was convinced that he was a gentleman, one she found intriguing and soon, before the sun completely set at dusk. Rosa had quietly slipped through the barrier.
Her cloak wrapped around her shoulders tightly, she moved like the wind, quickly past the trees, her heart pounding inside her chest with fear and excitement.
Right there, at the banks of the narrow little stream, she had found him—waiting, just like he said he would.
He wore a lazy grin as she
