It had amused Alex a bit when he found out that Ethan might be as soppy as he was. The idea of a Valentine dinner came from Ethan instead of from him, and the rose and the meaning behind it? Alex smiled to himself as he remembered it. He wondered a bit, though, at how early Ethan had come by. Their date was supposed to be around six but it was only two. Not that he minded.
Alex stepped out of the bathroom, feeling much fresher with the taste of mint toothpaste in his mouth. Still in his T-shirt and sweatpants, he strolled down the hall to the sitting room where Ethan was idly skipping through channels.
“Hey,” Alex said, plopping himself next to Ethan on the sofa. “I’m sorry I don’t have anything. I mean, we’re going out for dinner, right? I would’ve made something, you know, uh…”
Ethan
