Forget Me Not
  8

When Randi opened the door to Oliver the next night, she was surprised to see a beautiful bouquet of assorted flowers, all in different shades of blue – Randi’s favorite color. She couldn’t believe Oliver had remembered.
“Happy birthday,” he smiled. He stepped into the door way and hugged her sideways around the waist and kissed her cheek as she took the flowers from him.
“Thank you,” she murmured, playing with the flowers. She went into the kitchen to get a vase, and Oliver trailed behind, looking around. The house was just as elaborate as his own, but it was a lot brighter.
“These are my favorite flowers, you know,” Randi said, fingering a delicate blue flower as she put them in the vase filled with water.
“What are they?” Oliver frowned, wanting to remember that as well.
"Forget-me-nots,” Randi smiled, and she sniffed the flowers. “Mmm,” she smiled at him.
“Well, those are beautiful,” Suzanne said, walking into the room. “Hello, Oliver,” she smiled when she saw him. “Are these from you?” she asked, touching one of the daisies.
“Yes, ma’am,” Oliver replied and winked at Randi when Suzanne wasn’t looking. Randi hid a  smirk.
“That was sweet. Do you two mind if I get a quick picture before you leave?” Suzanne asked, and headed to her bedroom to get the camera without waiting for an answer.
“Oh boy,” Randi rolled her eyes and walked over to Oliver, who smiled down at her.
“Don’t worry, babe. It won’t take long,” he leaned down and gave her a quick peck. Randi quickly looked down as she felt her cheeks redden slightly. Oliver laughed at her – she was so darn cute, and she wasn’t even trying.
Within moments, Suzanne was back. A ‘quick picture’ turned into posing for almost ten minutes. Finally, Oliver said they were going to be late for their reservations, a polite way of getting out of the house.
He took Randi’s coat from her when she got it from the coat closest and helped her into it before they went outside to his car.
“Sorry ‘bout that,” Randi said, referring to all the pictures.
“Don’t worry about it,” Oliver smiled. He hadn’t really minded. His own father had barely even asked where he was going. He’d cared less about who Oliver was taking with him. He was busy working.
Oliver opened the car for Randi, and she smiled. She wondered if he was being a gentleman for the date, or if it was simply his personality. She was thinking the latter – how could she think anything less?
She slid into the front seat of the recently cleaned car and Oliver closed the door behind her.
The drive took about fifteen minutes across town, to the nicest restaurant Oliver had been able to find. They talked comfortably during the drive, and Oliver took her hand as they walked inside.
The lighting was low, but not too low. The decorations were simple but elegant, and the food was delicious.
Randi had to force herself to ignore the prices when she ordered, and she had to work so she didn’t feel guilty when Oliver paid the bill. She had to remind herself that Oliver’s family, as well as her own, was rich. It was a strange concept to her.
After they ate, Oliver took her back to the lake the day they first met. They went back to the exact same picnic table, and they sat and talked, hand in hand.
After a lull in the conversation, Randi asked, “Do you believe in love at first sight?” before she could lose her nerve. There was a brief pause, and Randi bit her lip, wishing she knew what was going through Oliver’s mind. She wondered if she should’ve kept her mouth shut. Probably. You always say the wrong things, Randi accused herself. But then, Oliver took in a breath to answer.
Author's Note: Thanks for the get well wishes everyone! I did finally. (:
Sorry I took so long again. I'll try not to do that so much anymore. ):
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