James Black was merely teasing Jane Sampson, watching her run around with a playful demeanor, he followed leisurely from behind, a smile playing at the corner of his mouth.
He was somewhat surprised that she would come at noon.
Also unexpectedly, this year's Valentine's Day gift from her was so unique.
James Black looked down at the fiery red roses in his arms and chuckled to himself. These flowers paled in comparison to Jane Sampson's dazzling presence. However, the two additional cards in the bouquet made James Black's eyes twinkle slightly.
Hug Card.
Kiss Card.
James Black took the cards out of the bouquet and carefully put them into the pocket of his coat as if he was hiding a rare treasure.
After running for a while, Jane Sampson was out of breath. She stood at the front and when James Black reached her side, she instinctively took his hand, leaning half her weight on him, lazily letting him lead her as they walked.
