After our date in Dana Point, Jacob went back to San Diego and I back to Clovis. He called me every single day and we would talk for at least an hour each time. I could tell that this was going somewhere.
One day, he called and asked me if I would be his “date” to his friend’s wedding, which happened to be in Fresno. I accepted too quickly and began planning what I might wear. The plan was for him to come into town late Friday night and he would pick me up for the wedding on Saturday.
On Thursday morning of the “wedding weekend”, I woke up early, annoyed because Jacob hadn’t called the night before. He didn’t really give any reason either, so I wondered if he was deciding this whole long-distance thing was too much work. I knew I would be a bit early for work, but I wasn’t tired, so I got out of bed and spent some extra time getting ready, deciding to wear my new, adorable shirt-dress and leggings. I hopped in my red Honda Civic, drove to Starbucks, ordered an iced white mocha with extra whipped cream (I had already had a hard morning! I deserved it, right?), and headed to work.
I pulled into work 10 minutes early, instead of my usual 30 seconds. “My” shady parking spot was taken, which was very unfortunate because this was Fresno, in the summer, and I had black interior. (Can I get a “whoop whoop” from all my Fresnans who understand my pain?) I parked in a less desirable spot and headed up the stairs. I was surprised when I saw out of my peripheral vision someone coming out the front doors of my office. I squinted. Jacob? I was officially confused, but then it all came together. That was his car in “my” parking spot! He must have been driving here last night, which is why he hadn’t called! But, why is he here at church? Who cares. I am so glad I spent that extra time getting ready this morning.
“Surprise.” He said with a flustered smile. “I thought you always got here a little later.”
“I usually do,” I managed, still taken aback.
“I left something on your desk for you. It will explain everything.” He gave me a quick hug and scurried off, calling a quick “bye” over his shoulder with a grin.
“Uh… bye!” I stammered, calling out after him and trying to sound cheerful instead of befuddled.
I walked inside and on my desk found a bouquet of daisies, my favorite, and a note that said, “I couldn’t wait any longer to see you. Put on your favorite dress and I will pick you up at 6:30. –Jacob”
I immediately took a photo with my gorgeous flowers, sent it to my mom, and then spent the rest of the workday floating around like a weirdo. The day went by surprisingly fast, but the last few minutes felt unbearable, so I left at 4:59 (I had been early, after all).
I then did what any red-blooded girl would do:
I went shopping.