Love Hurts
Goodness, I forgot to wear something that would at least warm me.
I glanced around and saw from my peripheral view Harry in a rush. He was wearing a simple burgundy sweatshirt and rugged jeans. This morning, he was in his black suit. Now, he was in casual attire. Gotta admit he looked better that way. His brown hair was sexy-pushed back, and on that fine-looking young face, a shimmering smile uniformed with pearly white teeth.
I waved at him, and he waved back. I was surprised when he stopped at the Florist Store and bought a single red rose from the lady.