"Roger? Are you home?"
"Hey Mimi, how was work?" Roger responded, pulling Mimi into a big bear hug.
The dancer sighed, "Oh… fine as long as I get to come home to you." She set her purse down on the chair by her apartment door. "And what did you do today?"
Roger ran his fingers through his blonde hair, "I… I wrote you something."
"You did?" Mimi awed, "Can I hear it?"
"Yeah, hold on a sec," he said, running back into his room where he kept his precious guitar. Mimi sat down on the torn up couch, folding her legs underneath her.
Roger came and stood in front of Mimi, his guitar in hand. He started to play some chords, and then started singing.
I never thought I would love again,
But then you came into my life,
With your brown eyes,
And you danced your way,
Into my heart.
Mimi smiled. It obviously wasn't the song that would bring him glory, but he wrote it for her. So whether it was good or bad didn't matter.
You woke me up,
You and your Angel,
Got me to start,
Living again.
I know this song is bad,
But I wrote it for you,
And what I'm trying to say,
I guarantee is true.
Mimi Marquez,
I love you.
Mimi stood up, and pushed Roger's guitar around his back, then she hugged him. Her smile was stretching from ear to ear, her brown eyes lighting up. "I love you too," she said.
Roger guffawed, "Really? Mimi, really?" he was smiling, almost laughing at his good fortune. Most men are lucky to ever truly love one woman, and Roger was lucky enough to get to love two. He ran his hands through Mimi's curls, pressing his hands to her face in disbelief. "I love you too, Mimi."
Mimi squealed as Roger lifted her up and spun her around. "Wait!" Mimi laughed. Roger set her down gently on the floor.
Mimi ran into her room, leaving Roger no explanation. Then, in a matter of seconds, he heard the sounds of Mimi talking on the phone.
"ANGEL! He said it! He said it! Yes, of course I said it back! Oh, I love him! I love Roger Davis!"