Matthew smiled to himself, looking into the rear-view-mirror and checking himself out as he drove to his girlfriend's house. He was so happy to actually be with someone that made him feel good, and that he could make smile without even trying. It had only been a month, yet he knew that Wendy was the real deal. Seeing a smile on her face could force his heart to melt, and if he died from that, then by God he would have died happy. He had shaved his face and some of his nether-regions (leaving a bit, just in case) for the special weekend getaway, and packed plenty of clothes he knew she would like.
He was wearing a tight, white button-up shirt, along with black pants, just like she always wanted to see him in, but wore his winter coat over it, wanting to "unveil" the sight to her out of her mother's eye. He parked the car in the driveway and reached into the passenger's seat, grabbing the roses, he made his way up to the door, ringing the doorbell, feeling his heart pounding in his chest, he smiled again. The door opened and he saw her with that smile on her face, he pulled her to him, out of her mother's eye quickly and planted a warm kiss onto her lips. "Mmmmaaah! How are you?" He asked, handing her the roses. "Ready?"