Leapardess

He thought it was their first date, but she knew it was their anniversary. She would not let on yet. She didn't want him to feel ambushed or scare him away. "No, she would take things slow" miranda thought.

She walked in to the restaurant wearing a sleek black dress with her long dark hair swept up elegantly with wisps framing her delicate face. He was sitting in a corner booth very private facing the Maître d watching her closely.

As they approached he stood with an alarmingly warm smile and gentle hand. He was dressed impeccably in his dark suit. His green eyes pierced into her very soul. Miranda wanted to scream, "how can you not remember me"?