Aaron leant against the lamp post, its cone of light illuminating him even as it kept his face in a shadow. It was late, for sure. No, he corrected himself, he was early and she was late. He looked at his watch again in irritation. They were supposed to have met up at eight, and yet it was almost nine. He couldn't understand the tardiness of some people, and she was definitely a chronic case of the procrastinating.
Damnit, Aaron thought as he slammed a hammerfist into the lamp post. The blow travelled along the vertical extent and shook the lamp shade above ever so gently, making his shadows dance in the gently oscillating light. He knew he shouldn't have trusted her words when she told him earlier in the day at school to meet up at eight---it was just too good to be true. But he liked her, and he was very sure she knew it too, and that was why he was now standing underneath a lamp post, loitering, and looking completely silly just slamming his fists randomly into the post itself to vent out the annoyance.
As he mulled for the umpteenth time on whether to just call it a night, he heard the pitter-patter of running feet. Small running feet. He looked up in the direction of the sound, and saw a silhouette in a knee-lengthed dress running towards him. It ran through the next nearest cone of light and he saw immediately that it was Janet dressed in a yellow sun-dress and running madly towards him, her long tresses flying about her wildly.
``Hey,'' Janet said as she rested on the arm that had braced herself on the same lamp post that Aaron was once leaning against. ``Sorry for being late. Uncle dropped by and wasn't about to leave on time due to that game of bridge. They were one short, and so I had to stay around and play with them. I tried calling your house, but your mother said you had already gone.''
``Geez Jane, catch your breath,'' Aaron replied, glad that his idiotic wait was finally over. ``Well anyway, you got to me in time. I'd left in another ten minutes. I knew that women tended to be `fashionably late', but this was just too ridiculous.''
Janet caught her breath and stood up straight once again, her hand unconsciously pushing off her hair past her shoulders. Aaron tried his best not to gape, but it was just too hard---Janet looked absolutely delightful in the sun-dress, with it hugging her figure tightly yet comfortably which, against the play of light and dark, seemed all the more exciting than he could remember. He forgot his annoyance and immediately slipped an arm into Janet's.
