The Diary Of A Spring Well Lived

Chapter 5.2.

Maybe that's why she hadn't noticed Lisa slipping away last night to meet Franclon. Not that Lisa had minded; she had needed that time alone with him, without her mother's watchful eyes.

As she made her way downstairs, the smell of coffee and pancakes greeted her. Her mother was standing at the stove, flipping pancakes with a smile on her face. Mr Junior was sitting at the kitchen table, sipping his coffee and reading the newspaper.

"Good morning, sweetheart," her mother said, looking up as Lisa entered the kitchen. "Did you sleep well?"

Lisa nodded, pouring herself a cup of coffee. "Yeah, I did. How about you?"

"Best sleep I've had in ages," her mother replied, her smile widening. "It's so peaceful here."

Lisa took a seat at the table, glancing at Mr Junior. He was a tall man, with salt-and-pepper hair and a kind face. He had been a frequent visitor to their house over the past week, always bringing flowers or some small gift for her mother. Lisa hadn't had much of a chance to talk to him, but he seemed nice enough.

"What about you, Mr Junior?" Lisa asked, trying to make conversation. "How did you sleep?"

Mr Junior looked up from his newspaper, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Like a log," he said with a chuckle. "This place has a way of making you forget all your worries."

Lisa nodded, sipping her coffee. She couldn't help but wonder what kind of worries Mr Junior had. He seemed so calm, so collected. But then again, everyone had their own troubles, didn't they?

As they ate breakfast, Lisa's thoughts kept drifting back to Franclon. She couldn't wait to talk to him again, to hear his voice and feel that connection they had shared the night before. But at the same time, she couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't quite right. There was something about him, something she couldn't put her finger on, that made her feel uneasy.

After breakfast, Lisa decided to go for a walk. The weather was perfect—warm and sunny, with a light breeze that carried the scent of flowers on the air. She needed some time to clear her head, to sort through the jumble of thoughts and emotions that had been swirling inside her since last night.

She wandered down the quiet streets, letting her feet guide her. The town was small, with charming old houses and tree-lined streets. It was the kind of place where everyone knew everyone, where life moved at a slower pace. Lisa found it peaceful, a stark contrast to the hustle and bustle of the city.

As she walked, her phone buzzed in her pocket. She pulled it out, her heart skipping a beat when she saw Franclon's name on the screen.

Franclon: "Good morning, beautiful. How did you sleep?"

Lisa couldn't help but smile as she typed out a reply.

Lisa:"Good morning! I slept well, thanks. How about you?"

His reply came almost immediately.

Franclon:"I slept great, but I've been thinking about you all morning. I can't wait to see you again."

Lisa's heart fluttered. She could almost hear the warmth in his voice, the sincerity in his words. But there was that small, nagging feeling again, the one that told her something wasn't quite right.

Lisa: "I've been thinking about you too. Maybe we can meet up later?"

There was a pause before his next message came through.

Franclon:"I'd love that. How about we meet at the park near the river? It's a beautiful spot, and we can talk more."

Lisa hesitated for a moment before replying. Something about the park felt significant, as though he had chosen it for a reason. But she pushed the thought aside, focusing instead on how much she wanted to see him again.

Lisa: "That sounds perfect. What time?"

Franclon: "How about 3 o'clock? I'll be waiting for you."

Lisa agreed, her excitement building. She had the whole day to herself, but all she could think about was seeing Franclon again. She had so many questions, so many things she wanted to know about him. But most of all, she just wanted to be near him, to feel that connection they had shared the night before.