As he stood in line for the cash register, Linus wondered if he should have gotten flowers after all. Everyone else had insisted on them: his sister, several friends, even a coworker. They had all said the same thing when he said no, he was going to get her a bottle of whiskey. What kind of impression is that going to make? It’s Valentine’s Day!
Stupid holiday. It was, unfortunately, the only time they both happened to be available. They had met at a party in late November and started talking online afterward. She had declined his invitations to go ice-skating with mutual friends, and then to a New Year’s Eve party. With good reasons, but still. Maybe she wasn’t interested in him that way.
But they kept talking so much in January, he had to see her again. At least in a casual setting hinting at the possibility of a date.
She had mentioned she liked whiskey, so he thought bourbon would be nice. Flowers would be too… valentine-y. Right? Or was it true what everyone else said, that all girls secretly wanted flowers? Was whiskey too expensive and pretentious for a first maybe-date? Was he trying too hard, or not hard enough? Would she think he just wanted to get her drunk?
Finally, he paid for the Four Roses and drove to her apartment. When she opened the door to greet him, her eyes went immediately to the bottle in his hands. “What do you have there?”