” Well it is kind of a sweet thing to do. My dad glared at me when I made him an omelette in heart form. ”
Pensively, “We could send each other roses, like knowing that it’s just for friends, but so our parents would get off our cases.”
“Well- We can try at least. This way we might feel a bit less lonely,” he said with a light smirk, shrugging his shoulders. “Nice idea, really.”
Her shrug matched his. “It’s what I do, make people feel better.” He didn’t need to know any more than that, really. “So, let’s see — I guess I’ll need your address? Or do you want me to bring them by in person, just to rub it in a little?”