A big, huge smile bloomed across Ivy's face.
She laughed—an honest, belly-deep laugh and placed the framed photo gently on her desk.
Her smile widened, and when she rummaged further into the box, she found a neatly folded note. His handwriting read:
'Where would you like to go on a first date as a dating couple?'
Ivy snorted.
"Sheesh. The man's cheesy," she muttered to herself, shaking her head.
But even as she complained, her stomach fluttered.
She grabbed her phone and typed quickly:
'Where do you get these ideas? I'd like something simple. A simple date.'
It wasn't even a second before her phone dinged.
Eugene: You got it.
