” Well it is kind of a sweet thing to do. My dad glared at me when I made him an omelette in heart form. ”
“Meaningful stares and attempts at conversation until we both decide to stop and never talk about it again.”
She starts to laugh, a little helplessly. “I don’t know if I should feel sorry for you or not.”
“Don’t feel sorry for me. It is great. I love him, he loves me, everything is just awesome.”
Pensively, “We could send each other roses, like knowing that it’s just for friends, but so our parents would get off our cases.”