#WritcoStoryChallenge
The setting was perfect. Candlelight, polished cutlery and a single rose set in a delicate vase at each table.
He sat there patiently, gently tapping his fingers on the table waiting. longing... yearning just for a glimpse of her.
He had practiced for days, weeks, for this moment, with every tick of the clock his heart beat faster.
To calm his already racing nerves, he began fiddling with the hem of the table cloth. Rehearsing his lines over and over again. Replaying, how it will turn out. Hoping so desperately that it will not be an epic fail.
He had seen it countless times. The guy gets on one knee as the girl stands, proclaiming words of affection to her and after all is said. The word he never thought he would hear will escape from the lips of the woman he loved, 'No!'. He dreaded hearing that word so much that it angered him.
The sound of heels clacking on the marble floor drew his attention, he slowly raised his head, his eyes trailed from long, slender, smooth legs, taking in every inch of details of her, and landed on warm sparking dark brown eyes.
The red gown sat tightly on her skin, accentuating her curves. Her hair was loosely parked into a French bun, tendrils of it fell curving her smooth face which was adorned with a light touch of make up.
Instinctively he...