Holly :*
Now the fact that this was going to be the third time in six days that they would be spending time in each others company didn't feel odd. It felt right. He certainly didn't think that he would be the type to go over and console his not-crying girlfriend, (if you were going to use such juvenile terms to describe their relationship) but yet he didn't even think twice about going over pick her up and take her back to his place after her lose in the playoffs. And he didn't even comment on the fact he could tell that she had been crying.
Even more so, it was Valentine's Day and he was standing on Holly's porch. The whole stigma behind this day was beyond obnoxious. Apparently if you didn't make some grand sweeping gesture in public, you didn't care or some other nonsense. It was bad enough he made plans for this evening, so he certainly wasn't showing up with flowers or chocolates. He rapped his knuckles on her door and waited patiently. He wasn't quite sure if she was expecting him, she certainly wasn't pleased about the whole raffle thing, which he still didn't quite understand. But he had a solution for all potential issues.
"I brought take out" he said holding up a bag with his finger. "I figured a night in avoiding all the red and pink and frilly nonsense would be nice."
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