It would be like, he looked at his watch, two hours until she got there. The sun was already setting, and it cast everything in orange. He was hopeful. Don't ask him why, just he had a feeling that all the bad shit in his life was over. He knew the
blue
Group wasn't coming back. He felt like it was over, and to add two it in 1 hour and 58 minutes she'd be with him again.
In the room he bought flowers, three types roses, dafodills, and tulips, he didn't know what she'd like. So he just bought them all out nervousness. He couldn't stay in the room. He thought about putting rose pedals on the ground, but that wasn't him.
He thought about what do when she arrived, should he have a little sign for her? Use her name
Imogen Howe
. Or his nickname for her. That would be too much. Maybe he'd just wait in the car, and she'd walk out confused calling him, or texting him. Then he could surprise her with flowers in the car.
He'd have to leave in like thirty he thought, had to be early. Never knew how the traffic was. He looked down the beach to the big city and lights blinked and flashed. Maybe I'll leave in twenty he thought, never hurt to be early.
