Anna dabbed a wet towel on Yoh's forehead quietly. "You shouldn't have done that!" she snapped, whacking him with the towel.
Yoh smiled. "You'd wallop me if I came home late…so I ran back in the rain."
"That's because I care about you," Anna retorted, "and if coming home early requires you to get hurt and sick, then come home as late as you want!"
He didn't say anything as he slowly pulled out a single rose from his soaked bag. Yoh carefully unwrapped the rose, lifting it from the plastic bag that was used to shield it from the rain. "Here you go. Happy Valentines' Day, Anna."
Her lips was set in a thin line, and her eyes were narrowed, glaring at her fiancé. "You still shouldn't have done that. H-How much did this cost-!"
The brunette couldn't help but to press his lips against hers, and when she responded with a grunt, he smiled against her lips.
She liked it. He was sure.