| UPDATE344 – The Black Dress Ride?The late
afternoon light filtered softly through the trees as my friend dropped me off at the park
for a few photos. When an unexpected call pulled them away, I decided to wander for a bit,
heels clicking gently against the path.?A few minutes later, a sleek car slowed beside me.
The driver leaned out, concern and curiosity in his eyes. "Need a lift?" he
asked.?I smiled, pretending to hesitate before sliding into the passenger seat. The air
inside was cool, carrying a trace of his cologne that mingled with the faint scent of my
perfume. His gaze flickered, just once, toward the shimmer of my nylon clad legs beneath
my black dress — a subtle spark neither of us acknowledged aloud.?As we drove, small
talk gave way to a quiet tension that filled the car more completely than words could. My
fingers played idly with the hem of my dress, catching the afternoon light. He didn’t
know it yet, but gratitude can take many forms — and mine, I suspected, would not be
forgotten. |
