“C’mon. Sit down here. You said you were thirsty.”
She sat on the cozy blanket and drank her lemonade. She was thirsty, after all. She took in the wonderful aroma around her.
“It smells so good here.”
“That’s because we’re sitting on a thyme lawn,” he said, grabbing some grapes.
She looked at the lawn below her; it was indeed a thyme lawn which was surrounded with bushes of thyme with purple flowers. In her preoccupation, she had failed to notice the beauty around her. She noticed the numerous ceramic bunnies surrounding them.
“My goddaughter Madison would just love it here,” she told him, excited at the thought of bringing the little one to see the garden.
“You should bring her.”
“Maybe I will.”
“Right over there, I have an herb garden,” he pointed in the distance.
“That’s handy for cooking, I would guess. Do you cook?” She helped herself to a cracker and cheese.
“I love it. You should come to dinner, sometime. I’ll cook for you.”
She hesitated and shifted on the blanket. In a second or two, she spontaneously decided that she would be frank, in a very formal manner. It was best to deal with conflicts straight on.
“I don’t think that would be a good idea.”
A look of disappointment washed over his face. “You mean it wouldn’t be a good idea for an attractive engaged woman to have dinner with a single guy like me.”
He wasn’t stupid. He got it.
“Exactly… especially when—” She cursed herself. Why couldn’t she have stopped at ‘exactly’? - her and her big mouth.
“Especially when what?” he asked, curious.
“Nothing.”
“Finish your sentence. Especially when what?”
“Well, when I find you attractive. You’re an attractive man. I’m sure you know that.”
He smiled. He liked that. He liked that a lot.
“Well, let me ask you something. Do you ever think of me when you don’t see me?” he asked.
She sat in silence, not wanting to lie.
“I know we see each other every Monday but do you think of me on say... Tuesdays?” She hesitated but nodded a reluctant yes.
“On Wednesdays?”
She bit her lip and nodded again.
He was thrilled. The thought of her thinking about him made him ecstatic.
“On Thursdays?” He grinned.
“Yes, yes and yes. I think about you every day of the week. Are you happy now?”
He pretended to ponder the issue.
