A Hokie Knight
Sure, it was a little hokie.
It’s not something every girl’s knight-in-shining-armor would do.
But Amelia knew I was not the normal- kinda knight when we started dating.
I placed our meals on the tray. The family-sized fries, two burgers, and house ketchup, were all carefully arranged. I meticulously folded extra-large napkins around the reason for the night. Amelia had no idea that her early-acceptance letter had been delivered in the afternoon mail.
Throwing the serving towel over my left shoulder, I aligned our tray of food upon my fingers and headed to our booth.
Tonight would change our lives.
Written for Flash Fiction for the Practical Practitioner: Week #10.