Troy adjusted his tie for the third time in the hallway mirror, a bundle of nervous energy tightening his chest. He smoothed his suit, glancing down at the bouquet of fresh red roses in one hand and the heart-shaped box of chocolates in the other. The old-school radio strapped over his shoulder was set to play one of Annie’s favorite songs, the perfect soundtrack to what was undoubtedly the dumbest, most reckless idea Jace had ever convinced him to do.
Still, he was doing it.
He took a deep breath and moved toward the door, only to freeze when his mother’s voice rang out from behind him.
"Where do you think you're going all dressed up like that, and with gifts, no less?"
Troy turned to see his mom leaning against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, a knowing smile playing on her lips.
His grip on the flowers tightened. "It’s for… someone special."
Her smile widened. "A girl, huh?"