Three whole years had passed since the night you had the fortune to meet Roxy Lalonde at the club in which you worked. You had fallen for her from the first glance, she was the embodiment of perfection in your mind.

Some would call your meeting fate, destiny even. But you weren't into the whole 'it was meant to be that you two met up that night' thing. Many had tried to convince you of it, you believed that she was made for you and that you would do anything to keep her by your side.

Without her, your world as you knew it since her would crumble.

Today is the anniversary of that night and you have asked for the evening off to spend with her just as you have every year. Tonight, you would surprise her. You had all but bought the ring, which was on your to-do list for the day. That and you planned to go pick up groceries for a special dinner with her.

Wine, roses, the whole nine yards. You spared no such pleasentries on this day, you never had and you never would.

For the time being, Roxy was still sleeping and you wanted to prepare breakfast for her before she woke. You did every morning that she didn't beat you to it, which was most of the time since you worked late. There was always breakfast waiting for you, regardless the time of day that you awoke.

By the time you finished with breakfast, it was close to 10 A.M. A good time to go and get the ring, groceries, and an assortment of other things.

You knew that she would be waking up any moment now, due to the smells of breakfast waiting for her. You decide to just leave a note for her by the tray and go, taking the same car that you brought her home in. Your favorite car, the black corvette. Sure, there were newer models out now and you could easily trade your car in for a sleeker version but that wasn't even going to cross your mind. You couldn't give up your car, though when the time came. You would trade it in eventually for a family car. Or maybe you would actually get around to fixing the other car up to sell, it was still a work in progress with parts scattered across your shop.

Taking your keys from their hook, you pull on your jacket and your shoes. You already had your wallet tucked into your back pocket, you were off to go shopping for later this evening. You hoped that this wouldn't take you too long, you didn't like to keep your lady waiting.

Greeted by the morning's light, Roxy stretched and found that it was just her in bed. After last night, she wondered how he could be up so early. The two of them had spent the evening playing a drinking game and to her dismay, he had managed to out-drink her though she generally could hold hers better than he. It went on from there, her face darkened with the blush as she remembered the rest of the events that unfolded.

From the trail of clothes from the living room back to the room the two now shared, she hoped that no one had stopped by during the night as a pair of certain guests sometimes did.

She wouldn't understand entirely why Dirk had given them each a key, granted that he was friends with both of them. Roxy was too, but it would've been awkward if either or both waltzed in to catch them in the act.

Shrugging the thought off, she walked to the kitchen in one of Dirk's shirts. Possibly the one from the evening before and sought out breakfast only to find that it was already made for her. Still warm and waiting for her to eat it. She smiled at the tray, picking the note up to read it before she threw it away and took up her food.

She took it into the living room and decided to eat in there, whilst she watched tv. Dirk might be out for awhile, doing his errands for the day.

When her meal had been finished, she had stretched out on the sofa after setting the tray aside and watched tv. It wasn't until she was woken by the sound of a door closing and footsteps, that she realized it. "Dirk?" she murmured sleepily, sitting up to look at the person who'd walked in.