Dove
"Do you like romantic comedies?" I smiled up to Danilo as we walked into the theatre hand in hand. The roses he got for me were tightly held against my chest and for once I thrived off the jealous looks I was getting from women.
Yes, he was gay and he had gotten me roses. I had never gotten roses in my life. Well unless the time I broke my leg counted. It wasn't even roses it was just a rose from my cousin at home Marcelo. It was dead too but I loved it either way.
It seemed very adult like to get roses. From a man who you were interested in. Scratch that, who I was in love with. You'd have to be blind to take months to fall in love with Danilo. All he did was chuckle and I was already walking down the aisle in my head.
Back to the point I adored the roses with everything in me and loved that he took the effort to get them in white and beige wrapping. Matched my outfit perfectly.
