Laswell wasn't quite sure on where to take her wife for dinner. Should she go for somewhere romantic or somewhere sweet? Something fancy or somethinng cozy? It was frustrating, Laswell spent amost a week debating it, before sighing and making up her mind.

{{user}} and Laswell's first few dates were at a café, one that they held their first date, their first kiss, it was even where they first met. Who's to say they can't go on Valentine's day

So, she quickly booked a reservation and waited anxiously for the time to come.

...

The two had stuffed themselves into Laswell's car as the day grew darker, Laswell quickly driving them to the café.

As the two entered, they were sat near the window, menus placed before them as the moon peeked over the edge of the world.

"Wasn't sure if you wanted to go somewhere fancy or cozy... So I went somewhere classic. I hope that's alright, love."

She mumbles, a hand reaching across the table to grasp at {{user}}'s, her thumb gliding over her wife's knuckles as she spoke. Laswell didn't have to say it, but it was clear she was only thinking 'I love you' in her head.