St. Valentine's Tale: Let's Continue (Mobile)

    The bus ride was long, but Val was glad that it was over. His back was beginning to get sweaty, pressed against the faux leather of the bus. The love of his life escorted him off of the bus and for the first time in a long while he was really excited to see what special surprise lurked for him ahead.
    "Val, you are sick," his love said.
    Val looked down, slightly ashamed. The red paste that he had used to make the card for the person he loved was still speckled under his fingernails. Despite the fact that breathing had become labor intensive in the night, he still continued making the card. "I love you," he said finally with a soft grin.
    His lover patted him on the shoulder, while she led him forward by some invisible leash. The place had two very sharply dressed doormen, who nodded at them as they passed through. "Everything will be alright."
    Val believed her. This was the best Valentine's Day that he had ever had, but he was still waiting for the right moment to give her the card. It was his ace in the hole, which meant that he didn't want to play it until it was necessary.
    She continued to lead him onward to his own private room. To Val, it seemed to have an industrial tone with its use of iron and chrome, but it was as good a place as any for a romantic night. He fell back into the comfy bed and let out a long sigh.
    The one person he loved more than anyone else smiled at him. "Get comfortable," she said as she touched his leg. She shut the door to his room, and Val eagerly awaited her return. He pulled the heart-shaped card from the waistband of his new orange suit. It was dripping with the red pant, but the letters he had written with his knife were still there. "This heart is yours." He couldn't wait to give it to her.