A Valentine’s Day dance. Completely lost to chance. In the tides of my vision. I see one, in proposition.

The newest grill. At the end of the market. It is a beautiful grill. Gorgeous and delicious looking.

My heart drums in my chest. Brain filing in haste. I thrum my fingers on my waist. Lip bit, and spit slick.

I look to the price tag, weighing my options. Sweat rolls down my brow in a panic. “Only $399!” Yells the sign. So I take to looking around me.

Couples are walking, head on shoulder. Hands swinging back and forth. I hold no romantic love of my own. Yet as I look to the grill, I finally make my choice.

I sit in my backyard, heart swelling with joy. Lawn chair sat comfortably on the ground. With meat smoking on the $399 grill, my love.