Valentine's Day: Part 2

“Hey, what’s that on your forehead?”

“It’s a cross! Or, at least, it was this morning!”

Simon grins. “What, you’re Catholic?”

“I am! You?”

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m Jewish!”

I grin. “Do you celebrate Valentine’s Day?”

“No! I barely survived a horrible divorce! What’s to celebrate?”

“Ouf, Simon! Here! This is for you and your kids!”

“What is it?”

“Open it!”

“Chocolate candy?”

“Of course, chocolate candy!”

“Homemade?”

“Of course!”

“What’s the catch?”

I can’t stop the burst of laughter. This man!

“No catch! I just love Valentine’s Day. I make candy for my friends every year.”

“Are you sure you’re not in love with me?”

“Simon!”

He’s grinning, now. Exactly the reaction I was hoping for.

“I appreciate it. The kids are going to be thrilled. Thanks, Amy.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Simon!” I gesture for him to say it back.

“Yeah, yeah. Happy Valentine’s Day to you, too.”

​He’s still grinning.