I tightened the ribbon on the gift. Usually I'm quite calm about giving presents
to people; I tend to have a knack of knowing exactly what they want. But this one, this one was very special. This present would either make or break a
couple of huge relationships. I’d either
get a gigantic thumbs up or be pushed back to the very back of their address
book. With a deep breath, I got out of
my car and weaved my way into the restaurant.
It was crowded and took me a minute to find my friends. Finally I reached them, and with the
greetings of old friends, I handed over the important package and made my way
to an empty seat.
The night went on, filled with great conversation, food and
drinks. My dinner companions were mainly
known to me, except for one at the end.
We weren’t close enough to talk but I caught him looking at me as I
looked at him. I’m not known as a woman
of mystery, but his surreptitious glances made me feel sexy and enigmatic. But right as I relaxed into the feeling, it
was present time. I hate when people
open presents in public, especially when it was an important present as this
one. They made their way through the
pile of brightly wrapped boxes and bags, oohing and aahing over each one. Finally they made it to mine. I held my breath as they unwrapped the
painting. There was a tense moment as
they stared at the canvas. Then she
looked at me with tears in her eyes.
“It’s perfect.” And with that my
night was made. I blushed and ducked my
head as every head turned towards me.
The stranger at the end of the table raised his glass to me in a silent
salute. I released my breath and smiled
shyly. Another excellent present choice
by me.
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