His Rose
''That's very sweet of you,'' I roll my eyes.
He laughs loudly, ''I'm sorry, I'm not really a hopeless romantic. I'm bad at words because I just can't express them correctly. Besides, girls love it when I dirty talk—especially in bed. We can try that if you want?'' He raises an eyebrow, waiting for my reaction while I just stare blankly at him.
''In your dreams because that's never going to happen,'' I say, smirking and he leans back on the bench before looking at the sunset. I've never found someone who hates the sunset or the sunrise because they're beautiful; I'd watch them everyday.