She sat on the bench at the park, enjoying the wind in her hair while licking an ice cream. Ice cream was one of her favorite foods, and this new ice cream place she discovered had the best ice cream with so many different flavors. It was a perfect contrast to the warm weather. She so loved summer. Her dress ruffled in the wind as she stood up, throwing her napkin. It was time to go back home, but she didn’t want to leave the beautiful day, the summer air, and the warmth. She used to live in a place where there wasn’t much sun or warmth. But now that she was free, she could enjoy this weather as long as possible. She grabbed her purse and got her mp3 player out. She started walking as soon as the music started flowing through her ears and into her very soul. She danced to the music while walking and was so engrossed in the sounds that she bumped into a guy.
“Woops! I’m sorry!” she exclaimed.
The guy looked down at her and smiled, showing two very handsome dimples. “No worries. I wasn’t watching.”
She smiled. “I wasn’t either. I was in my own little world.”
His eyes twinkled. “Does your little world involve dancing?”
She blushed and smiled even wider. “In fact, it does.”
“And did it involve bumping into a very interested guy?”
Her eyes opened wide. What did that mean? Did he like her? She narrowed her eyes. “What exactly does that mean?”
“It means that I would like to take you out on a date.”
That wiped the smile off her face. “But I don’t know you.”
He noticed the change of her mood and tried to figure out what he had said wrong. “That’s the point of a date: to get to know each other better.”
Inwardly, she panicked. She didn’t do well with guys. Outwardly, she forced a smile. “Thanks, but no thanks. I’m very busy. Speaking of which, I have to get going.” She tried to side-step him but he wouldn’t let her.
He frowned. “I’m sorry, did I say something wrong?”
She looked up at his concerned face and almost reconsidered. “No, you didn’t. It’s just not a good time right now.
Something told him that “right now” did not just mean at that time and place, but that time in her life.
He almost continued pursuing her, but saw in her eyes that she was afraid. He didn’t want to scare her. “I understand. Can I at least have your name?”
She hesitated. “Only if you give me yours.”
He smiled, albeit slightly. “My name’s John.”
John. She liked that name. Strong and simple. “Call me Daisy.”
His smile widened. “Daisy it is then. Goodbye, Daisy. I hope to see you again soon.”
She looked down and started to turn away. “Goodbye John.” She walked away faster than necessary and didn’t stop walking until she reached her apartment. Once she closed the door, she leaned against it. John. Such a sweet name. Right then and there she knew that she would be thinking about John for a while.
“Ivy!” her boss yelled.
“Yeah?” she answered.
“Stop looking so distracted! Get to the customers!"
She looked at the line and realized she had been daydreaming. “On it!”
She had been thinking about John again. It was becoming a problem. She was also feeling slightly guilty she had lied about her name but it had to be done. She couldn’t have given him her real name and it had been obvious that he wasn’t going to stop until he had gotten a name. The daisy on the ground had given her the name and it just came out. She had only recently started feeling guilty about it. But why should she? She was doing it to protect herself. Who knew what John was really going to do? He might have been a rapist for all she knew! But deep down, in a part of herself that she chose to ignore—the place where she just knows that John was good. She didn’t know how she knew, but she did. Her head was telling her to be careful, but everything else—her instincts, her heart, her soul—wanted to be with him.