Jirawut is ready to forward to Rose-Marie Giraud's house for their first date.
His excitement was mounting as he drove to her house. She was a beautiful woman, and she had offered to share dinner with him. He was nervous about what she might be like, but he had a feeling that it would go well.
The doorbell rang. Jirawut answered the door, and he saw a beautiful blonde standing before him.
"Hello, Jirawut."
"Hi, Rose-Marie."
Rose-Marie was wearing an elegant black dress with a plunging neckline. Her hair was done up in a French twist, and she looked gorgeous.
"I am so glad you could make it. Dinner is ready."
"Of course, let me take your coat."
He held her coat, and they went to the dining table. The table was elegantly set with candles and a white linen cloth.
