Don't Judge A Flower By Its Color

Chapter Twenty-Two 🌼

I could say our date was definately unique.

We chased after an icecream truck for cake batter flavored sundaes, we shared chicken tenders and fries at tiny candle light, and we sang upbeat karoke for the late afternoon- early night drunks at Barney's.

After Darien had finished serenading me to Katy Perry's "Humming Bird Heartbeat", he asked if I'd like to extend our alone time together a little bit longer. I couldn't say no.

So we ended up in a dark green taxi cab, heading somewhere a ways farther from home.

"Where are we going? Are we almost there? How much longer?" I asked softly hoping the driver wouldn't hear me being impaitent.

Darien chuckled and leaned his head down to whisper in my ear. His breath was hot. The touch of it sent a shiver down my back.

"We'll be there soon."

I scrunched my nose at the response.

He moved to hold my face when the driver made a sudden hard stop. We both jolted forward. Darien getting the worst of it by hitting his shoulder into the passanger seat.

"Hey," the driver scolded while peaking in the mirror, "no funny business in the back of my car."

Me and Darien both shared a glance before bursting out into a joyous laughter.

The driver sighed with a shake of his head and went back to watching the road. Under his breath, he muttered something about us being crazy. I wasn't going to lie; we were acting a bit goofy.

Maybe it was because of all the sugar but this giddiness was exhilarating. It felt like walking on sunshine. Somehow it was hard not to be happy.

Darien had done this. It only took a handful of thoughtful moments and every horrible doubt in my mind was insignificant. The hopes were important.

"Rosalind, look outside your window."

I blinked and turned to my left to see a huge field full of colorful flowers. There were daisies, lavender, sweet peas, camellias, and so many more. The florist obviously stuck to a common pattern- reds, pinks, purples, whites but they were mingled together.

It was like getting a personal glimpse at heaven.

"How... how... how did you find this place?"

The taxi driver laughed while turning off the engine. His tan face reappearing in the little mirror, "how'd he find this place? Greenie he owns-"

Darien kicked a foot into the back of the seat.

"Enough, Jackson." He warned with a tight frown.

I looked inbetween the two men, noticing their silent conversation. The young driver pleading with puppy dog baby blues to continue while Darien's set glare dared him to try. They seem familiar to the other.

"Jackson? Do you know this taxi driver?"

"Hey! I'm not just a taxi driver. I am married to-"

Darien cut him off again while sending me a small smile, "do you want to see the house?"

"There's a house!"

"So does that mean you want to see it?" He chuckled as my hand moved quick to grab onto his wrist.

"Of course I want to see it!"

We exited the car in a hurry and ran across the gravel road to the open field. The strong scent of pollen intoxicating. It touched my heighten senses like a comforting embrace. The earth hummed in glee.