After more tipsy ramblings through imagined scenes of the world left behind, I sensed the evening was drawing to a close. We had talked for over an hour, and though it never went further, it was still nice to spend time with Sandra. Eventually, we became aware of the time. “Mm, I've got work in the morning,” I mutter.
“Yeah, I do too,” she replied. We both stood, exchanged pleasantries, and she escorted me to the door. As I walked through, she added, “Maybe we could do this again, sometime?”
I look back to her, smiling. “I'd like that,” I answered. Throwing a slightly corny bow in, I follow up with, “Good night, Sandra.”
She smiled at the bow. “Good night, .”
And with that, I headed back to my room, and to bed. As I collapsed into the bed and hit the lights, my mind naturally drifted to Sandra... and how a second evening with her might go... |