Story Scene

Story Scene

He picked her up at work, with a dozen white roses in his hand; the two gave each other a hug hello. They walked back to the car he took a hold of her hands and gently helped her into the car. Vic got into the car, told her to close her eyes; meanwhile he slipped a blindfold over her eyes. The two of them drove for which seemed like eternity. They didn't speak anymore than a few sentences the whole way. There was no conversation because Michelle's mind was endlessly wondering, pondering all the possible situations he had in store for them. "Besides," she thought to herself. "We've only known each other for a couple weeks, how could he possibly surprise me with something I will like." But the question that she pondered for the longest time was "why, why is he doing this." I tried to figure out where we were but I lost track about three miles back.
The car started to slow down; by the sounds of it we were on a dirt road, slowing down even more, now a swift turn to the right. Soon after, the car halted, the ignition turned off. I just sat there scared stiff, but very anxious to see what was about to occur. She wanted to peek but thought that if he was going to all this trouble she should let it be a surprise.
The car door slammed, he then walked around to the back, and got something out of the trunk. After that he walked around to my side of the car, took a hold of my hand to help me out. From there we walked a couple of minutes on gravel and a minute or two on something soft, which must have been grass. The excitements arouse more and more every step I took. Just then he, again, took a hold of my hands and gently set me down on the ground.