The drive was very short, maybe 4 minutes. The parking lot was pretty clear so I found a spot near the door and parked. I texted my husband, "I'm hear. Hope he shows up. Parking lot is empty."
"I'm sure he will" he responded.
I texted Michael, "I'm here." I waited for a reply.
"I'm just pulling up. Looks deserted. Is it open? Lol"
"I'm sure it is. I've never been here before."
"Me either. Is that your blue Mercedes?"
"Yes, I'm just waiting for you." I typed as a black sports car pulled up next to me.
Michael opened the car door and got out. He walked over to my driver's side and opened the door for me. I turned in my seat, then reached for his extended hand. I was on my feet quicker than I planned. The pearls were moved around, causing quite a stir inside of me.
"Yep, bad choice,"
