Short Story
Speak to me in my love language and nothing else.
Denver woke up to the warm glow of the sun peering through silk curtains and a bouquet of roses on her nightstand. Right away her eyebrows furrowed, but that expression diminished when her mouth watered at the savory smell of bacon. He’s up already doing the most without being asked. She sat up in bed and checked social media. That’s so annoying. Judging by the photo of her new flowers and brown heart emojis, her followers wouldn’t think do.
Denver slipped on her robe and joined him at the table. Scrambled eggs with cheese, fluffy waffles, bacon cooked evenly, a glass of fresh orange juice (he purchased a juicer last week becasue she only mentioned it), and a bowl of fixed fresh fruit from whole foods. Her phone chimed. A notification from Facebook. Her best friend Claire commented, “They’re beautiful.” I hope she will find someone as good as him.
Although work at the office is simple, Denver yawns as she scans through her clientele list. She sets an appointment to give one a call to check if she’d like to update her magazine subscription before her current one expires. Her phone chimes three times. Two more heart from her friends and a text message from her boyfriend. She rolls her eyes as she reads lyrics to Taylor Swift and Boys Like Girls “Two is Better than One.” Oh, please.
“I dont know what it is. He gave me flowers, cooked breakfast, even cleaned the house before going to work, and…for some reason, it bothers me.”
Clair raised her eyebrows and shrugged. “Don’t seem like a problem to me.”
“It is for me. Imagine getting that shit everyday. He also bought me a pillow, a watch, and a blanket with our picture of that vacation we took in Miami on them. I dont need to be reminded we are in a relationship.”
“You know, there’s other guys out there-
“Yeah right.” Denver scoffed. “Where else am I gonna find a guy with a good job, no kids, some type of education, and a sense of taste? Besides, I’m young and we’re only dating so anything he’s lacking, I can get from someone else.”
Claire frowned and continued to eat her lunch as she watched Denver pick through the meal he prepared for her everyday.
At the end of the day, he was waiting for her in the parking lot. Still upholding the perception of a true gentleman, he got out of the car and opened the passenger door. Clair genuinely grinned while Denver grumbled under her breath. He tells her all the things he’s planned for the night. Dinner at the House of Blues. One of his friends who’s in a band was playing. He even bought her that book she was eyeing at The Strand. I’d rather be held. Denver thought and checked her Snapchat. A message that makes her smile disappears.
Cover photo by Photo by JD Mason on Unsplash
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
