Stand By Me - Part 10

It was a lazy Saturday morning, I woke up with butterflies in my stomach, superly excited thinking how the day would unfold. After all, it was my first date.

I was still in bed daydreaming when the clock struck 9. I quickly showered up, wore a nice yellow top that I had recently bought over denim, applied a hint of kajal and red lipstick and tied my hair into a half ponytail. Viola, I was done.

I grabbed my bag and rushed out, telling Mom that I was in a rush and would have to skip breakfast. It was already 10.45 and Harold's was a 20 minutes drive from my place.