002: Love

A grin fell upon his face as her eyes locked onto him. The blush that settled on his face...He knew it was there. So, with his face as red as a beet, and a goofy grin on his face, his hair tied back just for the occasion, he softly, shakily said,

"Angie Castille...Take my hand, and when you do I promise this; I'll never let you go. Through the thick and thin, I'll keep you mine forever, if you will accept it..."

--Adrian "Dart" Alnea Monjula