she was terrible at relationships, finding it hard to express feelings and allowing herself to grow close. attachments and commitment was more terrifying than death itself in her eyes, Though time and time again Matt proved himself. Much different than most she had made an attempt to connect with. always respectful, and caring. Kind. far from what she knew rockstars to be.Â
 she had snuck in while he had stepped out, her best attempt at a surprise she could muster up. She had a small, intimate dinner planned, cooked by her own hands. she was adorned in a little black dress, hair done up as she cooks in his kitchen. She plates the food at his dinner table, candles lit, and the lighting dimmed. she sits patiently and waits until she hears his front door open. âOkay, donât get mad--â she begins, flashing an innocent grin at the male, âI just thought Iâd do somethinâ special for ya.â