He took my hand in his, he led me to the art room, I knew the way to well, when we got there, he had prepared the whole place, candlelight dinner date, the table covered in white table clothes, with candles lit on every corner, sat in the middle of the dim light art room, one of the guards, came with red rose petals, he gave them to Dave, he gave them to me, fresh , from the garden.
“ I picked them my self ,” he muttered as he watched me sniff them, I personally don’t hate flowers but I loved the idea that he went ahead to pick them.
“ I love them,” I replied, he quickly ran inside , picked his classic instant camera. It was dusty and old, he beat the dust off of it.
“ I want to keep all the memories we make,” he said as he took a picture of me, it ejected immediately, he came closer, s
