Perfectly

Over the next few weeks, Chloë and I went on more undercover dates. My feelings for her grew stronger and stronger every time I met her, every time we sat and talked about what had been going on in our lives.

Finally, when it had been exactly a month since our first date, I bought a big bouquet of beautiful roses the same color as the dress she’d worn that day, and, when Matt let me into the back door again, I gestured for him to be quiet and asked him to keep them in good shape. At the end of our date, I got the flowers, then returned to where Chloë was sitting. I swallowed very hard, collected every little bit of courage I had, and said: “Chloë.” She looked up at me questioningly. “I’ve wanted to say this since the first day we met, but now I finally feel like I can’t hold it in any longer. I love you, Chloë. Will you be my girlfriend?” – I said, giving her the flowers. She looked at the flowers, then at me, then back to the flowers, dumbfounded. Then she dropped the flowers on the table, flew towards me and pulled me into a deep, passionate kiss. “Dave, I have loved you since I first looked into your eyes. Of course I’ll be your girlfriend.”

I felt like passing out with joy. This was everything I could’ve possibly asking for. Chloë Grace Moretz had just agreed to be my girlfriend, not to mention that she had just kissed me. I looked deeply into her beautiful eyes for a few seconds, then pulled her into another kiss. This was the best day of my life. I hoped that many more like this one would come.