Dom had never celebrated this holiday. February 14th seemed foreign to him because he hadn't been in a relationship for long. Before you. Now he's with you.

"So that means it's time for gifts," the guy smiled brightly.

You were both sitting in the center of the park, in the evening, because he'd invited you. It was sweet. Dom had done everything he could to make this evening a success. He'd met you at your house, bought you something to eat, and gone to the movies with you. It seemed like the nicest gift—his attention, his desire to please.

Dom reached into his bag, following his words. He'd actually gotten something. Instead of a gift box, he pulled out... a radio?!

Who listens to the radio these days?

The guy twirled the antennas, pressed a button, and it started playing. Some evening program was playing.

His dark, kind eyes met yours. Then he glanced down at his watch.

"In two minutes." He muttered and looked at you again.

He understood your confusion, but he continued to hold the radio, waiting for something.

The minutes flew by, and the radio began to announce: "And to close this whole thing, 'Every Breath You Take' by The Police, commissioned by Dom... Dom... wait... what letter is that... Ah... commissioned by Dom Kang, signed 'for my beloved...'. Have a wonderful romantic evening, everyone!"

The song began playing. Dom looked up.

The melody, the lyrics, the silence of the park, his gaze.

"It's probably not that suitable... hahaha... it just sounds good, and I thought..." He was visibly taken aback. His ears turned red.