Summer Rain
“I’ll get it!” I called out, hearing the doorbell ring for the second time. Stuffing a chunk of toasted bagel in my mouth and with a coffee cup in the other hand, I shuffled to the door remembering I was still in my dressing robe.
Ah! I thought nearly out loud as I peered into the CTV screen seeing an elegant-looking Daniel standing at the front door. I rushed to set my cup down on the side table and then rustled my hair into some sort of normal-looking straight assemble.
“Morning!” He grinned as I opened the door just wide enough for him to walk through, still hiding my embarrassed state.
“Morning,” I mumbled and smiled back, taking in his choice of appearance today.
His crisp white suit, perfectly gelled dark brown hair and clean shaven look was breathtaking for this hou
