“What did you do?” I said teasingly.
He jumped, startled as he turned towards me. I walked to him, meeting him on the stairs. I was tipsy, but trying my best not to show it.
“I had to leave my girlfriend, after she worked so hard on a dinner for me. That I wasn't even able to try. All because we have two friends that are crazy. I was hoping she’d still be up, and not hate me.”
I laughed, “And you think flowers will make her happy? What if she’s not willing to see you?”
“Well, that and I have a few other things for her if she can forgive me.”
My hand brushed against his, I liked this role-playing that was taking place between us. I loved the flowers, but more importantly he came back showing just how much he really does care.
“Hmm, I don’t know. I think she needs to know what those ot
