Me in my charcoal grey suit, the one my polo-and-jeans self rarely wears. Black herringbone suspenders, because I know you love them so.
You in a little black dress I didn’t know you owned. The scooped back. The tiny but tantalizing slit up the side.
Me… drooling, lusting.
Down the elevator heading out for dinner, your high heels clicking across the tiled lobby as we walked. Staring at each other from across the table while we ate. Then back to the room, arm in arm. Then… then.
The rest of the world spins by, and we hardly even notice.
Thank you for a wonderful evening.