|Roman & Dara|
Baby, it so cold!Still, Roman got the roses last minute at the grocery store. He raced around with no time to think. What could he get his Dara? He didn't want to see her in a pout. Cause she was his everything. He knew he'd been in a bad mood when she burned the bacon this morning. He couldn't help but let it show. After all, he was a genuine short-order cook. He had been since he was sixteen. But she insisted on making breakfast. And he let her. He even let her brew the coffee. Yet, it just didn't feel right. Not even on this Valentine's day. And then he remembered. Aw..the ring. Where had he hidden it? Wasn't it still buried in his undie drawer?