Charlie sent the arrival text to Anh a few seconds ago. He leaned on the hood of the car he had rented with flowers settled down beside him. At the moment, he tried to think of something to say to her to set the tone, but he had never been good at coming up with things that didn’t sound cheesy, especially when it came to Anh. He reached into his pocket and fiddled around with an old receipt; he folded it and unfolded it, creasing it as he tried to calm himself down. It was his first year with an actual Valentine. A really cute, adorable Valentine that made his heart beat a million times faster; a Valentine that made him want to become the hero that she thought he was.
“Wow ...,” was the only thing Charlie could say he looked up from where he was and over to the top of her porch steps. “Wow,” he repeated as he was taken aback by her entirety. He was definitely a lucky son of a gun. // @anhthenme
