We met through work, and under the worst circumstances. He was smart and funny and I didn't have to pretend with him. We saw things the same way and naturally fell into being partners. But the job ended, it was time to move on.

Only it wasn't.

One night he was there, at my apartment door. We didn't go anywhere special and he didn't buy me pretty things. He's brash, and rough, not a man you expect that from. But when he looked at me, it was different. When he looked at me, I felt special and that was romantic.