Wikeni woke up the next morning, happy and fulfilled. She couldn't remember the last time she had had a boyfriend, but knew it was more than two years ago. What had she been doing lately? Suddenly, she heard an odd, shifting noise next to her. Startled, she looked over to see Severus, still in his day clothes, sleeping on the chair in the living room. She herself was curled up tightly into a little ball on the sofa. He turned again on the chair and pulled his blanket up a little closer to his chin. His eyes opened immediately and he looked around the room a little drearily.
"Morning," she said.
"Morning," Severus replied, then smiled. It made Wikeni want to giggle.
"How did you sleep?"
"Well… you?"
"Fine."
For what seemed like the millionth time, there was an awkward silence.
"Want some breakfast?"
"Sure!"
Wikeni got up, stretched, then walked into the small area that was her friend's kitchen. Severus watched her from his chair, admiring the way she stopped for a moment, just a moment, to gently stroke the large, soft red flower he had given her the night before. She looked over at him and smiled. Severus's stomach melted. He didn't think he would ever get used to it.
They were married three months later.