old school valentine

“the thing about mixers,” he said “is that they don’t make them like they used to.”

[him: standing in her kitchen on the evening of valentines day. her: swooning a little at his schoolboy grin.]

“i remembered you wanted a mixer, so i got you an old-school one. i cleaned all the parts up with bleach so it’s sterile. and i glued the one broken knob back on with silicon polymer. here, let me show you the gears.”

[him: showing her how it works. her: blushing with butterflies, heart beating faster, and mostly loving the fact that her valentine’s gift is pure white with a hot red stripe.]

“happy valentines day”