Yes, without problem.

Bianca then spent her remaining time doing her make up to look good for her dinner date with Robert. Once she was satisfied with her appearance, she slipped on some heels and she headed out the door, already running late.

As she stepped out of her apartment, the cool evening air enveloped her, carrying the faint scent of blooming flowers from the nearby park. Bianca's heels clicked on the pavement, the sound echoing through the quiet evening streets. She quickened her pace, her eyes scanning the crowded sidewalk for a glimpse of Robert's familiar figure. The soft glow of the streetlights cast long shadows behind the passersby, making it difficult for her to spot him.

Bianca's hand instinctively went to her hair, smoothing out a stray strand that had escaped her earlier styling efforts. She felt a flutter in her chest, a mix of excitement and nervousness, as she wondered what the

Bianca's heels clicked on the pavement, the sound growing louder as she approached the entrance of the restaurant. She pushed open the heavy glass door, the warmth of the interior spilling out onto the sidewalk. Her eyes scanned the dimly lit room, taking in the cozy tables and the soft murmur of conversation.

And then she saw him. Robert, sitting at a table near the back, his head turned as he looked out the window. He was dressed in a crisp button-down shirt, the sleeves rolled up to reveal his tanned forearms.

Bianca's eyes locked onto Robert's profile, her heart skipping a beat as she took in the familiar contours of his face. She felt a flutter in her chest, a mix of excitement and nervousness, as she made her way towards him. Her heels clicked on the polished floor, the sound echoing through the quiet restaurant. As she approached, Robert's head turned, his eyes scanning the room before landing on her. A warm smile spread across his face, and he stood up, his chair scraping against the floor.

Bianca's heart raced as she closed the distance between herself and Robert. Robert's eyes never left hers, a warm smile spreading across his face as she approached. As she reached the table, he leaned in, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into a tight embrace. Bianca's breath caught in her throat as she felt his lips on hers, a wave of relief washing over her as she melted into the kiss.

After what felt like an eternity, they finally broke apart, both of them slightly breathless.

As they broke apart, Bianca's eyes met Robert's, and she felt a pang of guilt wash over her. She tried to hide the anxiety that had been building up inside her since that morning, but it was hard to shake off the feeling of unease that lingered in the pit of her stomach. She **** a smile onto her face, hoping to conceal the turmoil that was brewing inside her. Robert, oblivious to her inner turmoil, smiled back at her, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

Bianca sat down across from Robert, her heart still racing from the kiss they had shared. She smiled nervously at him, trying to hide the turmoil that was building up inside her. Robert, still smiling, reached across the table and took her hand in his, his thumb tracing gentle circles on the back of her hand.

"I'm so glad you could make it," he said, his voice warm and inviting. "I've been looking forward to this all day."

Bianca's heart skipped a beat as she looked into his eyes, the guilt and anxiety gnawing at her from the inside.

Bianca smiled and nodded her head, settling her purse into the booth, "I missed you too today." The words felt like a betrayal, even as she spoke them, but she couldn't help the way her heart swelled with affection for Robert. She pushed the guilt aside, focusing on the warmth of his hand wrapped around hers. As she settled into the booth, the soft leather creaked beneath her, and she felt a sense of relief wash over her. The dim lighting of the restaurant seemed to envelop her, a cozy cocoon that shielded her from the turmoil brewing inside.

Robert's thumb continued to trace gentle circles on the back of her hand, sending shivers down her spine.

Bianca and Robert eventually ordered. Their meal came and they sat and talked. She told him that her dress had torn on the way to class today so she had to go back and that was why she missed class with him. Robert nodded his head in understand, "You have to be more careful, I'm not a doctor yet, can't stitch you up." As time passed, an hour later it was 7:30. They were just finishing up and talking as couples do when suddenly a figure came to the table.