TIME TO SAY SOMETHING
…and it’s time for me to say something. And suddenly, as I open my mouth to speak, the answer comes to me clear as day. I know what I must do. I know what I must say. I know the direction I must take.
I will say yes to Chris.
“Can I make you dinner tomorrow?” I ask. The idea has come to me quite impulsively. I can’t remember the last time I fried an egg in my kitchen, let alone cooked an entire meal.
“Are you setting me up to break my heart gently?” he laughs, but in that laughter I detect a hint of nervousness. My heart melts even more for him; he is human after all. Nevertheless, I laugh.
“I just want to say thank you for all the meals and drinks you have bought me over the years,” I tease.
“It’ll take more than one meal to do that,” he chuckles. “I have spent a lot of money on you, you know.”
“So shall we say 8pm?” I ask him.
“What would you like to me to bring?” he asks.
“Just you,” I say.
“I will be sure to bring myself,” he says, and then we say our goodnights and hang up.
Alright then. The scene is set for a new chapter of my life to commence. Let’s hope it’s a good one.