Imagine this:
The evening has become a blur for some due to the refreshments served. About a dozen individuals were talking, chatting, and laughing as the night was still young. The weather outside was illuminated by the full moon, city lights, and the shine from the indoor fixtures. The environment was comfortable as dialogue was initiated, jokes were made, and elegant music was the tune surrounding the guests.
With drinks in hand, laughter and a positive evening became everything, but dull. A door opens and enters an unexpected guest to this party. He makes his way toward the party with glimpses unknown to their eye. Wearing a nicely put suit with a slightly grey tone in his tie, each step reminds him of the true reason of his journey there.
She entertains her guests with ease and the ability to keep everyone upbeat with the evenings festivities. She is aware that someone had entered the venue, yet didn't get a chance to catch a glimpse of the unknown. In her mind, she wants to believe that it was he who would come through that door. She decides to make her way to the kitchen.
He picks up his drink and heads out of the kitchen, down the hall, and into the main room. Watching his surroundings, he does not see what he is in search for, so he continues on to the exterior. As he exits the room, someone across the room recognizes him and quickly goes toward the kitchen.
As she washes her hands, someone informs her that he has arrived. She doesn't want to be teased, so she does not accept the good news. Having a good time already, she continues onto the party, but keeps in mind the news that was given to her.
He knows she is there, but he begins to feel saddened by the lack of her presence. He picks up his phone, dials in her number but realizes that her phone is nowhere close to her. The beverage reaches the bottom of the cup and he decides to put away his phone, walk back toward the kitchen to serve himself a drink.
She sits on her couch to catch up on things with a friend. The party has grown to nearly a couple dozen guests. The ability to see everyone invited was impossible. She begins to laugh, takes a sip from her drink. With her lips to the cup, she lifts her eyes from her drink and looks across the room. Her eyes open from the sight of a special individual. She interrupts her conversation for reasons known.
He tosses his cup into the trash and exits the opposite door making his way, once again, into the main room. He sits down, coincidentally, onto the same couch that she had just left. The person on the couch next to him introduces themself. He says hello, excuses himself and decides to head out the front door.
She rushes into an empty kitchen. She pads her pockets and realizes her phone is in her room. She walks briskly to her room to find someone outside her window on the sidewalk. Her smile becomes an enormous glow. She takes her eyes off her prey and rushes to the front door. The moment she opens the door, he is there with one arm tucked behind him and in his other hand offering her an orange rose.
ps. May our minds signify the reality of passion.