How I Met Alyssa

particular things. I also wanted to bring a little gift for her, because of the invitation, because of us. I decided to bring her a bouquet of roses, bit of a classic choice. But I'm fairly sure she once mentioned receiving flowers for something and she liked it, if I recall correctly.

I arrived at her house in the afternoon and got out of the car. It was a pretty nice house, a large Victorian house. The pay of a personal assistant must be pretty good, if she could afford this on her own.

I rang at the door and after a minute or two she opened it. I was once more surprised by how gorgeous she looked. She was dressed in a black off the shoulder top that hugged her breasts, her shoulder was mostly covered by her hair. Her legs were covered in some light jeans.

"Hey John, glad you could make it."

"Buon giorno Alyssa, glad I'm here," I said with a grin on my face, my eyes never leaving her body.

A look of surprise appeared on her face. "You never told me you speak Italian."

"Well, I don't really. I just tried to learn the most basic stuff, thought I'd try to surprise you, you know?"

"Consider myself pleasantly surprised and yourself in for a good, second date," she said, still with a grin on her face. "Are those for me?" she asked, sounding slightly surprised again. Her eyes were focused on the bouquet roses.

I gave her a smile and said, "Ow these? I brought them for the prettiest girl in the country, so here I am." And I handed her the roses.

She bit her lower lip in an attempt to hide her excitement. She quickly took the roses with a big grin, "Thank you!" She said, taking a good look at the roses. I bought them on the way here, so they were still fresh and healthy. Then her focus went back to me and said, "Anyway are you going to stay outside and keep staring at me or are you coming inside?"

I went inside and said, "Sorry, didn't mean to stare. I was just admiring your outfit."