"Do you have time...," Lance handed back the signed form.
Patricia glanced at his signature and whispered, "I'm not sure, this seems...too fast. We've only met once and we're already setting up a date..."
Lance chuckled softly, "I meant I'd like to know more about the registration process…"
Patricia suddenly felt a bit embarrassed; in matters of romance, whoever declared their feelings first often ended up in a more passive role.
Just as she was unsure how to respond, Lance skillfully alleviated her current embarrassment and looked into her eyes, "I also wanted to take this opportunity to get closer to you."
Patricia looked at him, covering her face, her fondness for the young man growing, "Saturday morning…"
After they agreed on the time and address, Lance left the City Commercial Bureau.
By then, the Business Service Bureau was even busier, with people crowded even at the entrance. He stood at the door, lowered his head to light a cigarette, then looked up at the sky.
