Antoine hired a private town car that was both spacious and private to pick up Armand for their Saturday rendezvous. A sleek black modern vehicle that was less gaudy than it’s longer counterpart: the limo. It was a shorter version of a limo, however still held a luxurious quality to it. The musician spent the night before scouting the location in Central Park which has no end of willow trees to decorate with dim fairy lights, white netting to keep out the insects and give them some semblance of privacy.
He hired a decorator to fix it up in the day and cordon the space off to the public by employing two security personnel, although it was so far in the park that he doubted anyone would come across it. Still the men stood guard in black suits who he was paying handsomely to guard the area until their arrival. He went to check it out and to light the tiki torches prior to Armand seeing it. He decorated the comfortable velvet settee with flower petals, pink, white and red petals scattered all around. The smell of the petals lingered over their soon private place. The space laid out for the rest of their date glowed an orange and yellow. A perfect hue both relaxing and easy on the eye.
Antoine wore YSL cologne and a handsome grey suit that brought out his sparkling blue eyes to the world. He wore a collarless white buttoned-up shirt. He wore modern dress shoes which were both black and shiny. Antoine reckoned that he could make-out his face in it the tips of the shoes. He picked up a corsage of a bright blue and white, that would bring out his soon to be lovers eyes. On his arrival in the town car, Antoine asked the driver to wait out right in front so he could text Armand.
[text] I’m here.
[text] in the black town car
