F o r t y - f o u r

I'm running.

I am literary running. I'm evading trees, dogs, and people. It's like that scene in a movie when the main character is late for work, and she just goes on flash mode and runs all over the city and gets there on time.

Which is not my case.

I'm getting weird looks. I can't believe it.

I'm so damn late.

I had demanded to be wooed, and now, I'm as late as anyone can be. I'm late to my such wooing. He sent flowers and then proceeded to call to let me know the time and place where our first official date would occur.

Our first date.

I felt like I might faint. I sweating, my dress is stuck to my back and my hair; well, I'm not worried about that right now. There's nothing I can do but just get there. I'm stopping e