The orchestra was just starting, Clara was still waiting in the lobby for him. They only have been seeing each other for a few weeks. He was prone to running a few minutes late. His job was quite demanding. Through the doors she could see the shimmering reflection of the snow, as it floated ever romantically toward the still warm pavement. It had only just begun to get cold so the snow would not yet stick. But there was ice forming on the roads. 'Did he get into an accident?' she wondered to herself. She had been looking forward to this date for the last week. She wore her best dress with pearl ear rings, almost as white as the new winter snow falling outside. It was now ten minutes past their meeting time. She really did not want to miss any portion of the concert. They were playing her favorite tonight.
Just as she sat down on the bench in the lobby he came running around the corner almost falling as he reached the door. He whipped opened the door and she could feel the cold air pour into the lobby. She held her shawl closer to her body to try and warm herself. Jack had to force the door closed. The wind outside was brutal.
"Clara! There's a storm a coming!"
"Oh Jack I have been waiting for 10 minutes, where were you?"
"I got caught up in some work, messy stuff really."
"Well shall we get to our seats?"
"Allons-y!"
He held out his arm, like any good gentleman would do. Jack, beside his punctuality issue, was the best gentleman there was. She draped her arms around his, sightly leaning her head on his shoulder. They walked up the stairs to their balcony seats, dress circle balcony, front row, house right. Those were his favorite seats. Clara, much to her delight, loved those seats. Her dad used to bring here here and that is where they would sit. They were not a rich family, but they always saved the money to go to one concert a year. They always went to the Christmas concert.
As they got to their seats they were pleasantly surprised to know that the show didn't start when Clara thought. They were just warming up. The conductor had yet to arrive on stage.
"So Jack...how was your day?"
"Oh Clara dear, it was busy as usual."
That was always Jack's answer. Yet, Clara still did not know what Jack did for a living.
She was about to inquire when the conductor, Arlo Williams, approached the podium.
Just as she sat down on the bench in the lobby he came running around the corner almost falling as he reached the door. He whipped opened the door and she could feel the cold air pour into the lobby. She held her shawl closer to her body to try and warm herself. Jack had to force the door closed. The wind outside was brutal.
"Clara! There's a storm a coming!"
"Oh Jack I have been waiting for 10 minutes, where were you?"
"I got caught up in some work, messy stuff really."
"Well shall we get to our seats?"
"Allons-y!"
He held out his arm, like any good gentleman would do. Jack, beside his punctuality issue, was the best gentleman there was. She draped her arms around his, sightly leaning her head on his shoulder. They walked up the stairs to their balcony seats, dress circle balcony, front row, house right. Those were his favorite seats. Clara, much to her delight, loved those seats. Her dad used to bring here here and that is where they would sit. They were not a rich family, but they always saved the money to go to one concert a year. They always went to the Christmas concert.
As they got to their seats they were pleasantly surprised to know that the show didn't start when Clara thought. They were just warming up. The conductor had yet to arrive on stage.
"So Jack...how was your day?"
"Oh Clara dear, it was busy as usual."
That was always Jack's answer. Yet, Clara still did not know what Jack did for a living.
She was about to inquire when the conductor, Arlo Williams, approached the podium.
