Beach.

The warm sun felt amazing on my shoulders. It felt comforting as I waited for the reason why I came here. I had been set up on a blind date. I knew only the name of my secret admirer and that he was pianist, and he had requested I meet him at the beach. I had the feeling he knew more about me than I knew of him. The man was close to being late, but I enjoyed the wait for him. I had seated myself on an old log, my size five shoes brimmed with sand perched beside me. The sand felt good between my toes. The day was very peaceful and I was confident about this date. I was lost in my thoughts when I felt a light tap on my shoulder. A handsome man with a bouquet of dandelions stood behind me.

"Are you the one I'm meeting here today?"