I wait for him downstairs, and soon, the black car pulls up. He gets out of the car, handsome as always, but he seems more charming today of all days. He is probably more than 1.70 meters, and I was 1.64. I need to wear high heels to see him at least.

“Lamborghini then?” I smile sideways.

“Someone belittled my Porsche. And look, it’s not just anyone who despises one of those!” he says, laughing. But I wonder if he's talking about women and before I can complete my thought I hear, “You look gorgeous, as always.” He opens the door for me. I get in the car and buckle...