Welcome to this weeks Tuesday Tales to the Word Prompt - Write. This is a Contemporary Romance which is untitled. Thanks for stopping by.
Robbie stepped out of the elevator first, holding his hand out to Jill. She slid her hand into his as he led her outside into the blast of cold air. Despite the ice cold weather, Jill forgot how beautiful Manhattan looked with a fresh layer of snow hanging off the trees. As a teen her parents had brought her to Rockefeller Center to go ice-skating. She always loved the freedom she felt skating around, in and out of the crowds.
“Are you up for a short walk?” he asked squeezing her hand.
Jill lifted up her left foot and pointed at her Uggs boots. “I am good to go.”
“Perfect because I love walking around in…”he trailed off.
“Are you going to tell me where you’re taking me?”
“I’m going to share with you the one place that sooths my soul.”
Jill had no idea where he was taking her. Not that it matter. She looked forward to seeing the place that Robbie wanted to share with her. He slid his hand into her wool gloves. She wondered if this was friendly or if she should read something more into it. However, after writing on the soap, she knew questioned if true love was even possible, especially since she couldn’t keep her marriage together.
“I look forward to sharing this with you. I could use going to a place to sooth my soul, since it seems that I have a lot of writing ahead of me.”
“If you can write the next few episodes like you wrote the first three, than I don’t think you are going to have a problem at all. And I will give you the time you need to get your work done. I just feel that after signing the contract, we need to celebrate.”
“I agree. I just can’t believe how fast things are going. I never expected to be working. I thought I would be sending resume after resume looking for something.”
“That’s why like is so unexpected. You never know what’s going to happen from one minute to another. Finding you was pure luck in more ways than one,” Robbie said squeezing her hand. “Just a little further.”
Robbie stopped walking and faced Jill. “I come here all the time. I hope you appreciate this as much as I do.”
“I’m sure I will. Hopefully I get enough inspiration to spend the night writing away.”
“I have no doubt that you will. Come on, follow me.”
As they walked further onto the path, the sign “Strawberry Field”
“I’ve been here many times, Robbie. In fact I always sit on the bench over there,” she pointed. “Can we sit there?”
Robbie’s eyebrows flew up. “That’s the same bench I sit in when I come here. This has always been my place before I moved to California.”
Robbie didn’t answer. Instead, when a musician starting playing John Lennon’s music on his guitar, Robbie pulled her up against him and started dancing with her, dancing for the duration of the middle aged hippy played his acoustic guitar.