Renegade
“These are for you," I hand Whitney the flowers I brought over. I figured if we're going to do the dating thing, I might as well pull out all the stops. Even if I did get her flowers last night. Every woman deserves to be wooed, and I will totally woo the f**k outta her.
She smiles as she dips her head down to inhale the scent permeating the plastic they're in. “You always get me the best smelling flowers."
“I wanted to be sure you remember this occasion. It's our first date," I remind her, following her into her house.
After being relegated to indoor dinners, I can't believe I finally got her to agree to appear in public with me. I'm happier about it than I probably should be, because it still doesn't mean anything in the grand scheme of things. She's still unsure of me, and
