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o’clock exactly.
    “Boy, you weren’t kidding when you said we were leaving at noon.”
    “I’m punctual. If I say noon, I mean noon.” The elevator arrived and we got in. I was afraid to say anything else.
    Out on the street, a car waited for us to get in and then began the trip to the men’s boutique. Rebecca spent most of the ride checking her smartphone. She made a quick call to her hair stylist, I assumed, telling him to meet her at her house at five. I sat along side her, watching everything. But it wasn’t that I wanted to learn from her; it was more that she entranced me. The way her long fingers caressed the buttons on the phone; how her hair moved when she tilted her head back; the way her lips pursed when she listened to the person on the other end of the phone.
    Wit hout realizing it, we had arrived in front of the boutique. Rebecca signed off on the voucher and handed it back to the driver. I got out of the car and offered my hand to help her out. She looked up at me with a big smile. “Why, thank you, Mr. Ryan. I’m so glad that chivalry is not dead in this world.”
    I followed her into the store. Craig raced to the front and he and Rebecca performed their welcoming ritual with a kiss on each cheek. His eyes danced up and down my frame as he mentally devoured me before he ran into the back and returned with a black garment bag and the box of shoes. “I had everything pressed, including the shirt. You’re all good to go.”
    “Thank you, Craig. You’re the best.” Rebecca gave him another kiss on the cheek. She handed me the garment bag and the shoebox and curled her finger indicating I should follow her.
    Increasing my steps to just under a sprint, I caught up to her halfway up the block. Amazing how fast she was in those heels. The way she carried herself gave the impression that she owned the street. We turned the corner and entered a building that looked like it might have been a warehouse i n its younger days. I followed her through two sets of glass doors. Inside, the décor was anything but warehouse-like. White marble floors fanned out and bent where it met the wall, until it reached ornate wallpaper mid-way up. A security guard tipped his hat as we walked toward the recess of the building. Far in the back was an elevator bank with a black door. Rebecca sauntered right to it and pressed the button. The door opened as soon as I caught up. I hopped onto the elevator next to her and Rebecca pressed the number three. The car bobbed before we ascended. Once on her floor, I resumed my trail of Rebecca to the end of the hallway. She opened the door with keys she pulled from her purse. I followed her inside. It wasn’t what I expected.
    Bleached wood floors stretched out far in front of me. White walls stretched up eight feet high to a maroon colored ceiling. To my left was a living area, larger than my entire apartment. White leather furniture floated on top of a white shag area rug. A flat screen television hung on the wall adjacent to two large, picture windows. The wall closest to us was covered from one side to the other in a bookshelf stacked with books.
    “Can I g et you a drink?” I turned toward Rebecca, who stood behind me in a white Formica kitchen, sandwiched between a breakfast counter with three white stools, and a line of matching white cabinets.
    “No. No , thank you.”
    “You can put those things down. ” She pointed to the white couch. “We have a little while to unwind before we have to get ready for tonight. I hate to rush.”
    I walked into the living room and placed the garment bag on the back of the sofa and gently placed the shoebox on the floor. Rebecca walked over to me and handed me a glass of wine. “I didn’t-“
    “Just in case you change your mind.” She walked past me and sat on the couch. She crossed her legs and it was the first time I noticed how shapely her calves were. I imitated her actions and sat at the other end. “We can use this time to get