The ride to Tom’s felt like forever. Emma was anxious, Tom saw this and held her hands, “She’s going to love you Emma” He says in attempt to calm her nerves.
Emma appreciated his gesture but it did little to no help for her. Her anxiety was raving, she looked out the window and rested on it, trying to focus on the beautiful nature, that calmed her.
Tom played a soft classical music in the background and the rest of the car ride was silent. He often looked over at Emma to see if she was doing okay and he was fascinated by her beauty, she was stunning, he thought. He couldn’t wait to introduce her to his mum, he blushed again at the thought.
As they approached the cozy haven settled amidst a tapestry of trees and softly glowing streetlights, Emma’s pulse quickened, a rhythm of anticipati
