I didn't immediately recognize the dark figure with an oversized umbrella, but who else would be walking towards me in the dim courtyard outside of the medical school?
"I knew that you didn't have an umbrella," he said.
After our failed dinner date, The Lawyer texted me around 8:30 p.m. to ask if I had gotten on the Metro yet. When I said that I hadn't, he asked if he could drive me home later. I responded in the affirmative, of course, but only after confirming that it was absolutely OK with him and that I wasn't impinging on his busy work schedule.
An hour later, he met me outside of the medical school with an umbrella, and walked me to the waiting car. As he opened the door for me, I noticed a bouquet of white tulips--my favorite flower--on the front console.
"Are those for me?," I asked, surprised.
"Actually, I bought them for myself...," The Lawyer replied, grinning with jest.
He also had cupcakes that he asked if he could take upstairs to my apartment and eat with me for dessert. So, after the 15 minute drive home to Virginia, that's what we did. Sitting in my living room, we drank tea, ate cupcakes, and finished up the residual work from the day.
For a busy weekday night with a busy lawyer and medical student, it was pretty much perfect.
(Don't worry, we are still going on our real third date sometime before Restaurant Week ends. He just has a big case that he's litigating on Friday and I have...well, MSII....USMLE Step 1...my summer research paper to write...take your pick, really.)