Stories are like a series

"Are you sure you don't want to stay any longer, dear? Aww, it was so fun to be with you." Maria held the champagne while taking a bite of the cheese. The music was loud and many of the wives of the businessmen were dancing with their friends.

"Well, I have an emergency at the hospital; otherwise, I would have loved to chat with you more," Helle said while finishing the last bit of white wine in her cup. Despite the sweet aroma, it was bitter. She scrunched her eyes a tad bit as she swallowed.

"I see. Is it a family member? If you require any assistance, then just make sure to call me, eh? Now go! You must be feeling restless."

Maria placed the glass on the table, and from her little clutch, she handed over a personal business card where her phone number and address were written. The card had the scent of blossoms, and a wilting cherry tree was drawn on the card.