Your mind had been unusually quiet the last few days, save for the distant humming of a man on a mission. In part you enjoyed the quiet, though there was a feeling deep within that caused you to worry. What if something changed and he was plotting?

Using work to keep your mind off the last few days was all you could do to stop from going to the mines demanding an answer to the radio silence but you knew if he didn’t wish for you to know then you wouldn’t be able to access the lower mines.

Walking into the house, your head turns to the calender on the wall. You notice today’s date with a heart around it. Sighing, you head to your room where you see a note on your door.

Hey,

If your mystery man doesn’t have any plans, you are free to join me at The Cove. They have a singles special for Valentine's.

-D

Taking the note off your door, you enter your room and are greeted with your senses being invaded. You feel warm, and the humming from earlier this week begins again. Ignoring the sensation, you set your things down, taking your time as you change from your work clothes.

As you pull your shirt over your head, you swear that you can feel the ghosting of fingertips brushing over exposed skin, but you know better. “Are you done ignoring me now?” You ask the empty room.

Your head turns towards the dresser as you hear something fall down. Walking over, you look at the floor and see a small box. As you lift the lid, you are greeted by a note. You glance at the heart-shaped stone that was sitting under the note before opening the slip of paper.

Darling,

I hope this reaches you in high spirits. If it wouldn’t be an imposition, I ask that you join me this evening. I have put great effort forth and would like to see my ideas come to fruition.

Ever Yours,

M.

As you read the note, a soft smile plays at your lips. At least you were clued into the reason behind the silence. As you begin to redress you notice a red sweater in the closet. ‘Perfect.’ you think to yourself as you reach for the garment.

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Realizing you hadn’t got him anything, you resign yourself to making a stop before heading to the mines.

Pulling just past the timed parking spots, you lock your car and begin walking down the small path towards the mines; gift and wine in hand. The biting cold of the evening nips at your hands and face as you trekked down the dark path.

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As you come closer to the entrance, you are once again greeted by the feeling of warmth surrounding your being.

“Just in time, my dear. I’ll be waiting for you.”

As you draw closer, you notice flower petals decorating the walkway. As you enter the room, you notice about a dozen candles lit, filling the small space with a warm glow. A bouquet lying on a makeshift table next to what looks like a card.

“You did all this for me?” You ask as you walk toward the table.

“What better way to show my adoration for the one whose soul is entwined so deeply with mine? I would be remiss to not show my affections properly, my heart.”

Taking the card in your hands, you notice just how detailed it is as you run your finger along the lace trim on the card. “You made this for me?” You question softly.

You set down the wine and small gift you’d brought him, feeling inadequate.

You feel his hand on your face and look up at him to see his grey eyes filled with warmth. His gentle humming plays in your head once more as he pulls you into a dance.

You sink into him as he leads you around the room. Guided by nothing more than the tune he plays in your head.

“Happy Valentine’s my dear.” His voice echoes softly below the sound of the song.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” You murmur against his chest as he leads you around the room once more.