Meetup on Erie

[Byron]

Standing directly in front of him, Elena was just now able to see every single detail of his face, especially his chiseled jaw, which instantly attracted her attention. Slowly she moved her look upwards, finally meeting his thrilling, green eyes, in which she knew she could lose herself for hours. Even though she could see a slight nervousness in his eyes, she didn't care about it at all, it merely added a nice touch of inexperience to his overall calm appearance. Subconsciously, a small, but overjoyed smile appeared on her face as she looked him over, while all her thoughts left her mind and her eyes began to sparkle slightly.

But what else could she have expected from a gentleman like John than the "old, but gold" kiss on the hand? It hadn’t been much of a surprise to her anyways, but that didn’t she disliked it. Enjoying every moment his soft lips touched her skin, secretly hoping this magical moment would never end. She didn't even notice she instinctively tried to resist for a few moments as he wanted to release her hand again. For her sake, it could have stayed exactly that way, feeling somehow protected, forever. Eventually though, their hands slided apart.

As John welcomed her, Elena couldn’t suppress the blush in her face. In fact, she had used several hours of the day to pretty up, and it was relieving to see her effort didn’t stay unnoticed. Frankly, at this point, she'd loved nothing better than to just stand there and look him into the eyes, as it already seemed more than enough for her. She felt like nearly everything had already been said in these few moments, seeing his intentions in his eyes. But that would have been weird, not saying anything, wouldn't it? He was obviously waiting for a reaction, and she wanted to give him one.

As she thought the right time had come, she tried to stay cool, but eventually, as she opened her mouth to say something, no words wanted to come out. Even more blushing now, Elena tried to gloss over it by laughing a little bit, something she was used to. Seeing that John began to grin forgivingly made the situation a lot better, though. "It's good to see you John", she said, still smiling. After she had overviewed him once more, she went on. “And … I see you got all dressed up. You look good.”

There they were standing. Only for a few seconds, but for Elena it felt like ages. And it felt good. Maybe even too good to be true. In fact, she actually had to prick her arm to realize it wasn’t a dream. No, it wasn’t. Feeling like they had looked at each other long enough, she said, slowly falling down on the blanket: “So, I see you prepared the picnic, huh? Looks delicious!”