She stands off to the side, nervously tapping her phone against the palm of her hand.
The screen lights up, displaying the sunset hour. Street lights begin their nightly illumination, coincidentally spotlighting the young woman.
She tucks golden curls behind an ear, biting her glossed lip as she waits.
"You're fifteen minutes early." She murmurs to herself, watching the sea of couples exit the cinema across the street from her.
He jogs across the street, looking down the row of parked cars for the fair headed woman.
"You're fifteen minutes early." He mutters to himself, absent-mindedly rubbing at his wildly beating heart.
He palms his keys, reaching for the phone tucked in his back pocket to check the time.
He palms his keys, reaching for the phone tucked in his back pocket to check the time. Again.
Before he can look down, he catches sight of curls he's seen in numerous photos. The young woman stands beneath a beam of light, anxiously looking around.
His lips stretch into an impossibly wide smile, the swell of happiness unlike anything he's ever felt.
She glances around once more before turning to look down the street on her right. Her hand comes up to smooth back a curl but halts the action, catching sight of him.