The Brown Envelope.

I dart across the road to the small diner where I have agreed to meet Davis at.

As I walk inside, I look to my right and see him sitting in the back booth, waving at me. Running my hands down the front of my little black dress that every woman should have tucked away in the back of their closet.

I smooth out any little creases I have created along the drive over.

“You made it,” Davis says as he picks up his cup of coffee and looks at me over the rim; appearing surprised.

Sliding into the booth next to him, I flick my hair that’s in loose curls over my shoulder and sigh. “I told you I would be here, didn’t I?”

He places his mug back down on the table and nods his head, “You did. But I wasn’t confident if you were going to keep your word after everything that has happened. You know, I personally wouldn’t blame you.”

“And what would you have done if I didn’t show up?”

“I would have put my plan B into motion.”

“Plan B?” I ask, intrigued to know what he would have done if he were to fly s