Summer left him to it, picking up her brush and stepping into the bathroom. Five minutes had her hair brushed out straight and wound into a bun, and then she peeked out to check on Victor. “Find anything, darling?”
He looked over his shoulder to her and smiled. “Well, I found this red dress with gold embroidery that I really like, it’s a little short if you don’t mind. Otherwise I found a black one that has these stunning silver designs running across it. Personally, I’m favoring the red one.” Victor held out the red dress, for Summer’s inspection. It was a little short, a bit above the knee in length and a light, almost satiny material and the colour complimented Victor’s shirt perfectly.
“I think I still fit into that,” she mused. “You better keep me warm, Victor darling, if I wear it.” Flashing him a bright, teasing smile, she ducked back into the bathroom and turned on the shower. “Helios! Shower time!” she called, above the rush of water. Galloping like dogs were after him, the big, fluffy cat rounded the dresser and charged into the bathroom, plumy tail waving.
“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.
He laughed, “I promise not to distract you too much Summer.” Victor took his jacket off and laid it across the couch, revealing his deep red dress shirt with gold accents and black tie then joined her in the kitchen. “Well, it’s a surprise love, but I hope you’ll enjoy it,” he said while he leaned against the door.
“Oo~ooh, surprises are good. I like surprises.” Summer filled the vase with water and tweaked off a few leaves, then sat it on the countertop and scooped the cut stems out of the sink. “So I should dress to match you, then? Maybe you should look through my closet and find me something while I shower.”
“Sure, I’d be more than happy to pick something out Summer.” He smiled a wide grin then once she was done throwing the stems away he swooped her up and darted to her room. Then, he was hit by a momentary wave of hesitation; he’d never gone through a woman’s wardrobe and picked out their clothes. Victor looked to Summer and gave her a sheepish smile. “You don’t mind me picking something?”
She threw her head back and laughed. “I doubt you could do any worse than me. Put me down, Victor darling.” She pointed to the lefthand side of the closet. “You can’t do wrong with anything in there. Just pick whatever you like.”
He chuckled then put her down gently and strode over to her closet where he began carefully poking around in her closet. While he was looking a red dress with black accents caught his eye and he filed it away in his memory as he continued to look.
Summer left him to it, picking up her brush and stepping into the bathroom. Five minutes had her hair brushed out straight and wound into a bun, and then she peeked out to check on Victor. “Find anything, darling?”
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.
He laughed, “I promise not to distract you too much Summer.” Victor took his jacket off and laid it across the couch, revealing his deep red dress shirt with gold accents and black tie then joined her in the kitchen. “Well, it’s a surprise love, but I hope you’ll enjoy it,” he said while he leaned against the door.
“Oo~ooh, surprises are good. I like surprises.” Summer filled the vase with water and tweaked off a few leaves, then sat it on the countertop and scooped the cut stems out of the sink. “So I should dress to match you, then? Maybe you should look through my closet and find me something while I shower.”
“Sure, I’d be more than happy to pick something out Summer.” He smiled a wide grin then once she was done throwing the stems away he swooped her up and darted to her room. Then, he was hit by a momentary wave of hesitation; he’d never gone through a woman’s wardrobe and picked out their clothes. Victor looked to Summer and gave her a sheepish smile. “You don’t mind me picking something?”
She threw her head back and laughed. “I doubt you could do any worse than me. Put me down, Victor darling.” She pointed to the lefthand side of the closet. “You can’t do wrong with anything in there. Just pick whatever you like.”
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.
He laughed, “I promise not to distract you too much Summer.” Victor took his jacket off and laid it across the couch, revealing his deep red dress shirt with gold accents and black tie then joined her in the kitchen. “Well, it’s a surprise love, but I hope you’ll enjoy it,” he said while he leaned against the door.
“Oo~ooh, surprises are good. I like surprises.” Summer filled the vase with water and tweaked off a few leaves, then sat it on the countertop and scooped the cut stems out of the sink. “So I should dress to match you, then? Maybe you should look through my closet and find me something while I shower.”
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.
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 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.”