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.”