That evening, Sharon dressed herself elegantly and sat on the edge of her bed, staring out the window. When she saw Roderick’s car near her house, she ran down the stairs and stood by the door, waiting for the doorbell. As expected, he rang.
Sharon smiled at him. “Hi,” she greeted.
He looked at her dress, then adjusted his own tie. ” Hi, Sharon. You look beautiful today.” Habitually, he kissed her quickly before taking her hand and leading her to his car.