Surprise bowling || Lennon and Alan
Alan probably shouldn’t have felt near as flustered as he did. The scene was something out of a movie; the spot was decorated romantically like a special picnic (something that Alan had thought of, but…). He could feel his pale face go bright red, freckles disappearing into the blush that made even his neck and ears turn color.
He looked over at Lennon, brown eyes shimmering lightly. “This is really mushy, yeah,” he laughed, his free hand clutching at his clothes, “But it’s really nice. I like this surprise, Lennon,” then paused, before saying, “Even though I really don’t like them a lot.”
She smiled even wider at his reaction, like that was even possible. Her body was taken over with happiness at the fact that he liked it. She suddenly became flustered and looked at her feet. "I'm glad that you like it," she said, looking up at him and kissing him softly before walking over and setting up the electronic score keeping system.
"Shoes are on the table," she said, pointing toward the table where the two pairs of shoes exactly in their size where. She didn't mind that she was the over the top romantic one, she liked it really. She always kept him on his toes.
