Karmen breathed in the sweet scent of the winter roses as he bought them from the famous florist in the city. He carefully placed the bouquet on the passenger seat before shifting the car into gear and heading toward the address Aisha had sent him.
The drive was short, leading him into a quiet, tree-lined neighborhood. He pulled into the driveway and sat for a moment, watching Aisha. She was dressed simply, focused on clearing the stray leaves and light dusting of frost from her yard. The sight of her brought a smile to his face.
As the engine cut, she straightened her back, her eyes widening slightly as she recognized the car.
"I expected you to rent an apartment again," Karmen said as he stepped out, keeping his hands tucked behind his back to hide the flowers. He looked up at the charming facade of the home. "But this is beautiful. The location is perfect."
