A Raging Inferno In Phoenix

I hurriedly placed the candles into the candle holders, and lit them. I then raced to turn out all the lights within the loft. Once I finished, I took a detour to the stereo where my iPod was plugged. I swished through my many playlists, and selected the playlist that featured nothing but ambient, somewhat chillaxed type music, ironically titled "The Sounds of Romance". I quickly hurried back to my seat at the dinner table, and with just enough time, as I heard the elevator ding outside in the hallway, announcing that it had reached the seventh floor. I heard as Logan shuffled for his key to the loft. I remained quietly still, awaiting for the look on his face when he'd walk in. I glanced around and realized that the candles did a very good job of setting the romantic atmosphere, as well as lighting up the place so that it wasn't too dark.

"Arlo? Are you home?" Logan said as he entered into the loft.

"Surprise!" I said jumping up to a standing position, and then running into Logan's arms.

"Well, hello to you, too."

"I was hoping you'd be surprised," I said smiling. "I made us dinner, as well as dessert."

"I can't believe you went through all this trouble, just for me."

"There's nothing I wouldn't do for you, Logan. I love you. Plus, I thought it'd be a great way to relax after a hard day at work."

"Well, you're definitely right about that," he said with a sideways wound smile. "But, first, I think I'm gonna go change out of this stiff suit."

"Ok," I said taking his black leather briefcase. "But, hurry, I don't want our dinner to get cold."

Logan smiled, then headed down the hallway to the bedroom. But then he suddenly stopped halfway.

"I love you, too." Logan said before heading back toward the bedroom.

I tossed Logan's briefcase onto the couch and went back to my seat at the dinner table. As I waited for him to change, I reminisced about how we had met. It was a rainy night, and I was coming out of one of the libraries located on campus.