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[flack_nypd]

He knew she was working the late shift and wouldn't be home until late. He had the day off and perhaps too much time on his hands

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[just_apaperdoll]

Never really one to dress for attention, when you worked in a bar you were going to get it whether you wanted to or not, ever since she'd started seeing Don, she'd begun dressing simpler than ever. For work, at least. If it was just them, she'd dress in whatever thought might make his eyes pop out of his head. But since this was a work night, she was wearing a long sleeved red henley shirt over dark wash jeans when she came through the door, pushing her hair back out of her face since she'd decided to wear it down tonight.

Coming in from the well lit hallway, it took a minute for her eyes to adjust to the dim light in the room. When she was finally able to see, she let out a soft gasp. If she didn't know any better, she'd have thought she was in the wrong apartment. "Don?" Closing and locking the door behind her, she called out to him, unable to tear her eyes off the set up in the living room.

[flack_nypd]

Coming out of their bedroom, he gave her a nervous smile, hoping upon hope that he wasn't about to get railed for spending money on their night.

Beirut played softly in the background, so much so that it was more an afterthought than background music and moving to the door, he took her bag and led her in, indicating for her to sit down while he went to put her bag down in the room.

[just_apaperdoll]

There was nothing but love and adoration on her face when she finally saw him, and she let him take her bag without argument, moving further into the living room to inspect everything.

"Did you do all this yourself?"

[flack_nypd]

Blushing as he usually did, Don nodded.

"Borrowed the pillows and the trays, but other than that...yeah."

The desserts was purchased, but only because Don didn't have that much time.

Moving close he gave her a fond kiss, still not sure wether he'd done good or not.