Do you have love to burn, kisses for days?
who: dean and brooke
what: valentine's day celebrations, sans the kid.
where: the winchester-davis casa.
when: backdated to valentine's day evening. (backdated by bnw standards, anywho.)
Romance was one of Brooke's biggest weaknesses. It was the reason she loved (and cried at) weddings, the reason that she watched so many chick flicks and the reason that Valentine's Day was one of her favorite holidays. All the flowers and the chocolates, even the excitement buzzing through the air, always put her into an even cheerier mood than she was normally in. Which was why, despite her best efforts to get the day off, she wasn't too bummed by the fact that she had to work.
Of course, the closer it got to the closing time, the more restless she got.
She knew that Dean wasn't exactly known for his romance, but she was still determined to get something out of him, so she closed up as close to 7:30 as she could and locked up the cafe. It was a good thing she knew Tree Hill roads as well as she did, because she sped just a little on her way back to the house, already planning on grabbing Dean by the arm and dragging him out to dinner.
That plan changed, however, as soon as she walked in the door. She was greeted first by the warmth of the house and then, almost as an after thought, the smell of food. She could tell that it wasn't the smell of take out being scooped onto plates; this smelled like someone was actually in the kitchen, cooking up a meal. Considering how she and Dean both were lacking in the cooking skills department, it put a pause on her Valentine's Day cheeriness. She stepped into the house and closed the door gently, then started, almost hesitantly, walking towards the kitchen.
"Dean?" she called out, half expecting Karen to be standing in front of the stove.
what: valentine's day celebrations, sans the kid.
where: the winchester-davis casa.
when: backdated to valentine's day evening. (backdated by bnw standards, anywho.)
Romance was one of Brooke's biggest weaknesses. It was the reason she loved (and cried at) weddings, the reason that she watched so many chick flicks and the reason that Valentine's Day was one of her favorite holidays. All the flowers and the chocolates, even the excitement buzzing through the air, always put her into an even cheerier mood than she was normally in. Which was why, despite her best efforts to get the day off, she wasn't too bummed by the fact that she had to work.
Of course, the closer it got to the closing time, the more restless she got.
She knew that Dean wasn't exactly known for his romance, but she was still determined to get something out of him, so she closed up as close to 7:30 as she could and locked up the cafe. It was a good thing she knew Tree Hill roads as well as she did, because she sped just a little on her way back to the house, already planning on grabbing Dean by the arm and dragging him out to dinner.
That plan changed, however, as soon as she walked in the door. She was greeted first by the warmth of the house and then, almost as an after thought, the smell of food. She could tell that it wasn't the smell of take out being scooped onto plates; this smelled like someone was actually in the kitchen, cooking up a meal. Considering how she and Dean both were lacking in the cooking skills department, it put a pause on her Valentine's Day cheeriness. She stepped into the house and closed the door gently, then started, almost hesitantly, walking towards the kitchen.
"Dean?" she called out, half expecting Karen to be standing in front of the stove.