On Saturday at 2 o'clock in the afternoon, she proceeded to pack her magenta Diane Von Frustenberg bag with the necessities for an overnight trip, as well as clothing for her adventures the next day. At 10:30 pm she ventured outside, the smell of the rain was invigorating. She breathed deeply as she walked down the street to the bus stop. As she sat on the bus, she nervously bounced her leg and fiddled with her bag. She knew where she was going, but there was a certain amount of hesitation about meeting him. Lucky for her, he called her as the bus was entering downtown. "Vanessa," he said, "are you still coming to meet me?" "Yes, of course," she said, "I'll be there in fifteen minutes." She got off the bus near the waterfront, and strolled down the uneven sidewalks feeling a bit more confident. He was waiting and embraced her. He looked handsome in his glasses. They walked hand in hand up to the bus stop and about an hour later they arrived in the pitch black of Deep Cove. They slept in a room crisp with the night air as the window was ajar.
The next morning was lovely. Breakfast perfectly complimented her trip thus far, he made her an omelet filled with crisp green peppers and a side of brown french bread. They ate with his family and talked about art, in all of its forms. While he did the dishes, they made plans of the afternoon. A brisk walk through the quaint town to get to the trail. 2 kilometers into the forest, they encountered an enormous lookout rock. As she sat there looking around at the scenery, which consumed her with all its beauty. She felt serene and blessed. They took a more dangerous route down the hill, which filled her with a sense of adventure. They reached his home once more and she reorganized her weekend bag, and they set out for downtown Vancouver. It was the kind of wonderful that even she didn't imagine the night before on the bus.