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I straighten my dark blue dress, giving myself one more glance in the mirror. I exhale slowly, nerves fluttering in my stomach. 𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺, 𝘍𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥! 𝘐𝘵'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵!

A knock sounds at my door and I grab my purse, crossing the front door, heels clicking against the wood floor. Opening the door, I set my eyes on the smiling face of my boyfriend holding a bouquet of sunflowers. His brown eyes are crinkled at the corners of his smile.

"Hi, " he says softly, holding the flowers out to me. "I, uh got these for you. I remember on our second date you said something about sunflowers being your favorite."

I take the flowers from him, grinning as I look up at them. "Dayvon, they're beautiful."

"So are you, " he replies, a small blush forming over his cheeks.

"Here, let me put these in a vase." I motion for him to come inside and walk into the kitchen. I hear Dayvon shut the door and the little thud of his shoes as he walks behind me. I rummage around in the kitchen until I find a vase long enough for the sunflowers.

I fill it with water and put the flower food inside before unwrapping the sunflowers, cutting about two inches off the bottom of the stems sideways before placing them in the vase. They're bright, seeming to fill my apartment with warmth as they sit on my kitchen counter. I grin at him.

"I love these, thank you ."

The blush darkens on Von's cheeks, and I walk over to him. He leans over, planting a small kiss on my lips before grabbing my hand.

"Come, on we have reservations."

I lace my fingers with him as you leave my apartment, walking out to his car. He opens the door for me, and I grin as I step in, thanking him. He walks around to the other side and slides into the driver's seat, starting the car up. I reach for the radio, turning it on and down so that it's background noise.

"Where are we going tonight?" I ask, turning my head to look at him.

"I was thinking Italian?"

"You thought correct". I reply, twiddling my fingers in my lap.

Von glances to the side, his right hand leaving the steering wheel and moving to mine, lacing my fingers with his. He gives my hand a squeeze and I look at him, a small smile on my face.

I've been with Von for a few months, and it's safe to say he was the best boyfriend i've ever had. He might be a little older than me, but he treats me like a fucking princess. The two of us are taking out relations slow- but I feel myself falling for him. And
I'm perfectly okay with that.