John observed his masculine figure through a mirror, combing back his midnight black hair, in an Ivy League style. He was clad in a black shirt tucked into a same shade, black trouser. John was preparing for the dinner with Dera. Rubbing his thumb against his cufflinks absent mindedly, John exited his room for the dining room.
Settling down in the dining room, John did not have to wait a minute more before Dera arrived, rocking a beautiful knee-length gown of her favorite color — white. John stared at her, mesmerized by her beauty. How was it that she always had this effect on him, no matter how many times they had met?
"Hey" John saluted her; as usual, standing to hold out her seat for her.
"Thank you" Dera appreciated his gentlemanly attitude. Taking his own seat, John proceeded to
