The Dating of Madeline
Robin was in the Loft at seven, per his words. He was dressed casually, his lanky form in jeans, his favorite pair of very battered sneakers, and a button-up blue shirt that had likely cost some ridiculous amount of cash at some trendy boutique or another. To his credit, it must be admitted that he had combed his hair.
One hand held the cell phone he was yammering away on. The other held a bunch of agapanthus, tied around their stems with a blue ribbon that matched their color.
Robin walked around the Loft, talking on the phone as he waited for his young date to arrive.
One hand held the cell phone he was yammering away on. The other held a bunch of agapanthus, tied around their stems with a blue ribbon that matched their color.
Robin walked around the Loft, talking on the phone as he waited for his young date to arrive.