One afternoon miss Stevens is walking outside the building as a lady dressed in blue, with red shoes and an black and white umbrella under her right arm. It is not raining yet, but it could be some rain she was told yesterday. A red rose is sitting at the left side on her chest, and that is a signal to mr Shantner. Miss Stevens is falling in love, and mr Shantner is falling a bit too.
In the street, just for the moment, two horses is seen. At their back each poliswoman is sitting. Their black boots is shining in the sun. Nowhere in the street noone could see just anything looking like mr Shantner. Either he has not arrived yet or he should not come at all.
Two men is speaking to each other and miss Steven is listening to them.
- A caterpillar drives in to the drive-in Mr Burger Zize One. A girl is asking if she can do something for it. And it is answearing her, yes give me four large french fries i heavy oil!
- A machine can not talk to a girl. You must have heard it wrong.
- It is a story, did I not told you that?
- Yeah, but it can not talk to a girl what to do, it is a machine.
Miss Steven do not hear at them anymore. She is looking at a tall man who is coming right in her direction, a man with a white flower at his chest. Maybe it will be mr Shantner, and maybe it is a white rose. But just what flower it is can not be important for the moment.
Mr Shantner smiles at her, and she smiles back.
-What a great day to meet, he says. And what a lovely lady you are, just a woman in my taste.
-I do not know what to say about that, she say. Can we take a walk in the park, or do you have a car you like us to use?
-I really have a vehicle, but it is parked a bit from here. A walk in the park should be nice.
-Is it a rose? That white flower you are wearing, or is it something else.
-Yes, it is something else. It is an orchid. A very rare flower, it is from Colombia, they fly it in to this country by air.
-It is not forbidden to buy then?
-No, it is imported legally, I am sure of it.
Miss Steven is now silent for a while, and he is not talking either. They are walking down a lane and near by is the park. When they are walking side by side it feels alright not to say anything simple just to hold the conversation under control. Birds are singing in the trees and jumping around just anywhere on the grass and in the bushes. Miss Stevens find it just great to do nothing but strouling around with her left arm under the arm of mr Shantner.

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A falcon is landing in a tree near by, it was flying in the air around and around, and now it is a great danger for just every little creature in the park.
-Did you see that, he is asking her.
-Yes, I am not right blind yet.
-Oh, I did not mean that. I am not sure about just what you see when we are walking here.
-A falcon who is flying around in the air and then landed so all kind of animals i in great chock. That I can not miss in any way.
-A falcon you said? I do not talk about a falcon.
-You don´t?
-No, I really do not.
-Ah, and what are you talking about then?
-A policeman is standing right there. Do yon see him now?
-Yes, I can. What about it?
-Now he is drawing his gun an looking all around after someone or something.
-I can not see why this is happening. I am always looking out for people who can be dangerous, but I have not seen anything like that yet.
-Are you really? Are you yourself working as a police?
-My father and my two brothers are policemen, my father is an detective and one of my brothers too.
-That policeman is in his uniform, his buddy will not be far.
-You are right. Maybe he is in the car, standing by and in contact to his station.
-Well, I do not like this. Let us go away from here. We can go to a restaurant or a coffeshop.
Mr Shantner and miss Stevens will be in a café in just minutes.
Mr Shantner is sitting side by side with miss Stevens. And they are kissing each other.
An eight year old girl is looking at them from behind. The café is not a place with many tables, but enough too make room for at least twenty guests, four or so at every table.
That girl can dance, she is wearing a sort of uniform for small girls who dance in a school near by. If she want to dance the next thing to do, that can not anyone think of yet.
A woman cries. Maybe a lady has to be in sorrow, maybe her husband is a drinker, or he can be dead or something. Appearently not. There comes a girl, not much older than the girl who is eíght years old. She is late, and the lady can be her mother.
Miss Stevens and mr Shantner is not kissing each other for now. Maybe they are being in wear of that a girl looks at them. They are drinking tea or coffe. It is sometimes hard to say what people really have in their cups. Mr Shantner looks irritated, but miss Stevens looks happy. There is not a cloud on her sky. It is really a lovely day. And just any day can be such a lovely day. That is what she is thinking of. Just any day can be... like this.
Then something is happening in the street just outside the window. A policemans left hand is wearing a black glove, and this glove i now red and black. His hand is touching the glass and paint it red. He is falling and the people outside is catched in a slowmotion act of time.
Every second is like on film, an actionmovie or something. The falling policeman touch the ground and now everyone can hear the yelling sound of sirens. Something has happened to that man. People outside is shouting at each other. Inside the café people are in chock.
They can not move, they are standing and sitting still. What is this? A nightmare? It must be a dream. Let it be a dream. Let miss Stevens be sleeping in her home and let it be over when she wakes up to a new fresh day.
Miss Stevens is now awake. What a nightmare. Oh, it was just a dream. Today she will meet mr Shantner, wearing a red rose at her chest. And he will be wearing an white orchid.