“Hasn’t it been more than four months with Ben?  You never hang around one guy much longer than that.  Amazing!  Is he the One?”

                     Kristy’s laughter was loud and clear.  “I can’t tell you yet.”  She sounds really happy Erika thought, and I’m glad for her.

                     “Listen, I’ve got to get going.  I’ll email you the details Monday. Be good now.”

                     “Have a blast with your new guy.  And don’t forget to drink an extra bubbly for me.”

                      “I will.”

                      Two Kate Spade designer three-inch heel sandals, one Vera Wang sandal and two designer evening dresses costing more than a thousand dollars were neatly tucked away in the trunk of her three-month old black Nissan Sentra.  It was already 5:50pm as she rushed into her apartment to get ready. 

                       Put luggage by the door.  Check.  Take a shower.  Check.  Put new purchases into luggage bag.  Check.  As she was applying the final touches of make up the doorbell rang.  It was 8:01pm.  That must be him. 

                       He brought flowers.  A flower, she corrected.  A long thick stemmed rose in full bloom.  “For me? Thanks.  Make yourself at home.  I’m almost ready.”

                       “You look ready and even more beautiful than last night.   You have a nice place.”  He surveyed the room and studied miscellaneous mini-sculptures that she had purchased on a whim displayed in a glass shelf and the painting on the walls in the hallway.

                        “I see you have good taste in the Arts.  A small but very unique and interesting collection you’ve got there.”

                        “Oh yeah?  Thanks.  I wanted to be a painter when I was younger but my Mom talked me into becoming an Accountant.  She said it was more stable and provides a good living, and I excelled in the accounting courses so naturally I went that route in college instead.”

                         Erika couldn’t imagine herself as an Artist at the moment; her life had become too orderly and neat.  What would it be like she thought, to be so carefree and free spirited?

                         It was hard trying to concentrate on applying massacre and lip liner as her hands trembled with nervousness, excitement and pent up energy because of the tossing and turning most of last night.

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