(Dmitri's Thoughts)

"Dee?" she sweetly calls to me when she realizes it was she's meeting tonight.

But unexpectedly, she doesn't walk away from me, nor scream at me, instead, she just stands across from me, waiting for my response patiently.

Her eyes are locked on me, her damn beautiful expressive eyes: the ones that I yearned for to look at me again.

I gulp at the sight of her and couldn't answer immediately. She looks elegant in her old rose dress. My body automatically reacts, though, like a gentleman in front of her.

I stand up and leave my position, I walk over to her and kiss her on her...