Roses
But it could just be that she's not the only one who's sorry for a lot lately.
She's barely finished putting her keys away and hanging up her coat after work, and he's there, behind her, something tucked carefully behind his back.
"Hey, sweetheart. How was your day?"
"Fine," she replies cautiously, trying to sneak a peak at whatever he's holding.
He notices, and turning bright red and muttering something incomprehensible, he shoves a single delicately made shining metallic rose at her.
"What's this about?" she starts to ask, and then jumps nearly a foot in the air as the petals spread apart a little, and a tinkling music box melody begins.
He laughs, then grows sheepish.
"Uh, don't go looking for your toaster anytime soon, okay?"
She lifts an eyebrow.
"You made this out of my toaster?"
"The thing wasn't working properly, anyway," he shrugs.
She bites back a smile.
"Bored, hmm?"
"What, you don't like it?"
"No, I like it." After a moment's pause, during which she turns the small object over and remembers why she's awed by this man's skill and imagination, she continues. "Do you want to go see a movie tonight?"
"Sure," he agrees enthusiastically, then grins. "While we're out, I should pick you up a new toaster – I kind of broke the other one yesterday, trying to make it butter while it toasts."
End Notes: FLUFF! Sorry about this; it was reallyreallyreally cute in my head. :D