As I walked down the stairs from my apartment, I saw Kellan standing in front of his truck, decked out in a full tuxedo. He looked quite dashing, his broad frame filling up the clothes rather well. When I approached the truck, Kellan pulled a single red rose from behind and opened the door for me.
“You look incredible,” he remarked as he opened the truck door.
“And so do you, though now I feel a bit underdressed.” Kellan helped me up into the truck and closed the door for me. He was being so romantic that I wanted to return the favor. So before he got to the other side, I reached over the seat and opened his door for him.
Kellan looked at me, unable to speak. I guess I caught him off-guard, so I just reached over for his hand.
“Like I said,” Kellan finally stated, “you are certainly re
