Victor stood at Summer’s front door, fidgeting. He had a bouquet of red and white roses in one hand. He raised his left hand and knocked on her door then returned his hand to his pocket where he double checked and reassured himself he’d remembered the tickets. It was 4pm, he was surprising her and showing up an hour and a half earlier before they had to leave for that reason.
To be honest, Summer had been ignoring Valentine’s Day for so long she’d forgotten what day it was. So when someone knocked on the door, she was still in her sleep clothes, curled up on the couch with a cat and a book. “Coming,” she hollered, startling Lil Doc, and padded over to the door, opening it and peering out curiously. “Hey, Victor.”
“Hey Summer,” he said, giving her an almost shy smile, “um, surprise, Happy Valentine’s Day.” Victor handed her the bouquet of roses then rocked back on his heels. “I was hoping you wouldn’t mind catching a show with me then headed back to my place for a late dinner?” He was most definitely out of his element here, he’d never taken anyone out for Valentine’s Day and he was hoping the night he had planned would be satisfactory.
Her mouth dropped open at the roses. “Oh, Victor! Oh, wow.” She buried her nose in the flowers, eyes closed in bliss. One hand flailed at his arm, grabbing him and pulling him inside. “Cold,” she explained. “Thank you. Wow.” She laid the flowers aside carefully and threw her arms around him. “Thank you so much.”
Victor was momentarily surprised and relieved at the same time. He was surprised at her reaction and relieved that she liked the flowers. “Of course love, I assumed that this is what you do, on Valentine’s Day.” He kissed her cheek quickly and smiled and he lifted her up a bit and spun around. “So I hope you don’t mind me surprising you dear, I came early so that you would have time to get ready. We don’t have to leave for the show for another hour and a half if that’s alright?”
“If you don’t distract me too much while I get ready, it’s fine,” she laughed. “What show?” Extricating herself from his arms with a kiss, she picked the flowers back up and headed for the kitchen, snagging a pair of scissors and putting them by the sink. A moment’s search yielded a crystal vase, and she set to work arranging the flowers.