The suburban night was a silent, empty canvas as Terrance navigated his car, searching for Jennifer's house. His phone, on its last breath, forced quick, anxious texts to confirm his location.

"Am I close to your house?" he typed, a small beacon of hope in the quiet dark.

Jennifer, at her mirror, her brush poised, saw the message. A quick glance out the window confirmed he wasn't yet visible. "I do not see you or any car near my driveway. What street are you at?" she replied, a hint of impatience in her tone.

"Hilldrive. That is where I am at right now." His response was swift.

"Good. You are two minutes away from my house. Just keep on going straight, then you can park when you see 4567." Her instructions were clear, a faint smile playing on her lips as she began her final preparations.

Meanwhile, Terrance continued his slow crawl, house numbers blurring until, finally, 4567. He parked, took a moment to compose himself in the rearview mirror, then exited the car. The doorbell chimed, and Jennifer, a vision in red, opened the door, her excitement barely contained. "Welcome Terrance!" she beamed. He gazed at her, speechless. "Hi. Wow, you look..... amazing!" he managed, stepping across the threshold as the door closed behind him.