The clock on the night stand changed to 3:30 AM. The room smelled of flowery perfume and foundation, the light above the arch-like mirror on the dressing table glowed bright. The only light on in the entire house. Blushes, lipsticks, eyeliners, mascara were scattered over the small table as a head leaned near the mirror and a hand appeared near the left eye. The hand was shaking slightly as the pencil rubbed across the border of the eye lid. The head backed showing a long-haired woman with sharp jawline, thin lips and a straight nose. She blinked her eyes while looking at the mirror and then the thin lips stretched into a smile, her eyes narrowed, those green pupils gleamed.

Ava got up from the table and flicked the switch which lighted the entire bedroom. It was fairly big with a queen size bed on the left wall from the entrance. Opposite to the bed was a tall shelf containing five drawers. On top of the shelf sat a picture in golden frame, there were two people in the picture. The background was a garden which the couple often went. It was Ava and her husband, Mark. She walked towards the shelf and picked up the picture, her eyebrows furrowed for a second as she clenched the picture and took it downstairs.

In the living room she placed the picture in the glass cupboard alongside the books. Then she proceeded towards the kitchen. In the kitchen, she opened her freezer took out a can of beer, it fizzed as she took off the lid. Then she drank it in one go. She needed the strength today.

In the darkness she sat patiently. Memories of Mark floating in front of her eyes, there first kiss, his proposal, their first date, their first night. It had been a good marriage. But Mark had gotten old then. He was 25 when they married in 1953 but slowly and slowly as the years went by the love had lost its flavour, it became bland. Then the lack of sex made it sour. But Ava had to keep going, push through this dry patch of their relationship but just as it seemed like their marriage was becoming spicy, Mark had gotten ill.

The illness prolonged the bland taste for years until it ended with Mark's death.

Ava had mourned for Mark. But her life wasn't going to end bland, she craved for that spice in her life still, that sweetness of love. Her years had not yet come.

However, all the dates she went couldn't satisfy her. Too talkative, too touchy, too needy, too pervert. Nobody seemed perfect. Until she found one. Adam, she thought, it's Adam for today.

The clock upstairs changed to 3:33 AM and the doorbell rang.

Adam was the dream guy of every girl, not too muscular, with dreamy blue eyes, thin beard and handsome smile. He had that subtle style with which he carried himself around that most people wondered if he had any surgeries done upon him. But he hadn't, he was naturally tall, intelligent and most of all, had a way with words.

"Early morning date seemed awkward at first," Ava said pouring red wine in the wine glass, "But I can't complain." She smiled as Adam sat down on the couch.

"No lights seem like a nice touch." He said,

Ava brought him the glass and slid aside the curtains letting in the moonlight. She saw him and shivers ran down her neck. He took a sip from the wine and came closer to her as she sat looking at him. This was all she needed; this was her satisfaction. His face tilted as came closer to her as Ava parted her lips and they kissed.

Ava could feel herself being aroused as her hand went to Adam's thighs and he adjusted himself. She could feel him aroused too and that gave her relief. Adam broke from the kiss as Ava sat upon him. Biting her lip. In the contrast of the moonlight, she saw him smiling, he wanted this and she would give it to him. She would give all of the things he needed until he held her close to his heart and soul. But something caught her eye, a glint of golden colour as she turned to look at the frame of a two young couple; Ava and Mark.

"Best get dinner first." Adam said,

Ava noticed that she had gotten silent for a while and got off of him. She straightened her hair and he took her hand,

"Don't worry babe, we'll make this date the most unique." He said, they got out the house.

Ava could feel 28 today. With Mark she felt much older but with Adam she felt her age. She wanted this date to last forever.

Adam drove a 1967 Ford Shelby Mustang GT500. The look of it screamed old and oily and sure enough, when he started the car, it sputtered out loud and the gear box creaked as they moved out of the lane. The seats inside were changed to leather, the radio was new and so was the speedometer. Surprisingly it ran smoothly.

"Do you like old cars?" Ava asked,

"I do. You have interest in cars?" He looked at her,

"No, but Mark used to tell me about it when we were young. He used to ride me to the beach all the way from the forest and we used to sit in the car and the roof would fold-" She suddenly looked at him and blushed, "God, I'm so sorry." She spoke.

Must act the age, she thought.

Adam laughed and shifted the gears, "It's alright. These memories are really precious you know. You should always preserve them."

Ava chose not to add to that conversation.

The drive was silent then. In the early morning, the white moon seemed to shine brighter and the sky was pitch black. This was a weird date but she had planned it,

"Didn't know you'd come for a date." She said,

"I promised, didn't I? Plus, I know a very good place for an early morning date."

Ava doubted that but she need not express it. She smiled as she tilted her head towards the window and got lost in the memories of Mark. It had been a much different date 42 years back; they didn't talk this much. Mark always used to remain silent, look awkwardly at her and smile... oh those were some lovely days.