Marla was taking a stroll on her last vacation day in the summer, enjoying the quiet neighborhood close to where she lived and the beautiful weather when her cell rang. It was Dean. Smiling she answered it. “Hi, Dean.
“Hi, Marla. I just wanted to call and tell you that I had a really great time last night.”
They had dinner at the swanky Polo Bar.
“You mentioned that you like Jazz so I was wondering if you would like to go to Bill’s Place with me tonight?”
“Sure, I’d love that.”
“Good. I’ll pick you up at seven.”
“It’s a date!”
He smiled. “Yes, it is. The second of many, I hope.”