Seven dates with Peter Marker

My date’s name was Nancy. She was dressed very beautifully. She had a nice, but not very long, black fur coat, a black skirt, with black tights and black boots. She also had long black curly hair and amazing make up.

It was a nice winter evening, the 10

of February, and was minus twenty degrees Celsius, or minus four Fahrenheit. Snowflakes were slowly falling from the sky. I planned the first date to be in the park where there were amazing white trees, white bushes and beautiful benches with street lights. What could be more romantic?