Story.

In class today we had to read journals. I came late and it made some kind of fuss but i can deal. later when it came time for read to read mine, i had it formatted completely different. i turned a blind date into a secretive spy story. after i finished reading it, i looked up with a smile and everyone had blank stares. including the teacher who added in 'that wasn't was you were suppose to do'. so, enjoy!

Tonight was the night. It was planned but not disclosed. I was convinced it was going to be a simple night but no, I was mistaken.

We met under false pretense. I was undercover as Smith, James Smith. A normal name by any other, but that’s only the start. I also dressed differently as to only show her half of whom I really was. IF she didn’t like me for the clothes than I could know for sure that this wasn’t working out.

She came dress in all white. With a pretty, delicate hat, made from the feathers of a, surely rare, peacock with a white tip, atop a ghost white dressing gown and milk white heels to match. She was stunning.

But there we were. I held the door for her and she walked in like she owned the place. Oh the nerve of her. We sat down. “What do you want.” I asked, serious but polite. “What would you suggest?” she replied back with sincere question mark attached to the end.
What would I suggest? I pondered. I didn’t know, I didn’t care. I wanted to order and get to business. The food was just a distraction for our mouths as it was merely my alarm clock going off letting me know “The meeting will now being.”

We sat. I stared. How could I not? She was gorgeous I tell you. Why else would I have acted so stubbornly earlier? She looked back, with a bright smile and perfect teeth. She looked like she had earlier, when we walked in here. She had the look of “I own you”. The nerve! The nerve!

I came to. I realized to calm down or else someone would get hurt. I settled in. I overreacted I told myself. I thanked myself even, gave my back a pat and asked her to show me the parcel. She reached to her side and brought up a tiny purple box. Reminded me of a box one would put a wedding ring in. Inside was the key and I was convinced. The food, the intoxicating silence and overwhelming thoughts were all for this one key. I had what I came for and I could leave. I left and she smiled again. That big beautiful smile.