Offering of a Rose

Raeia had just gotten home from work when Adam surprised her. He was sitting on her front step, a single long-stemmed rose in his hand, twirling it absentmindedly as his gaze wandered over the lawn. His face lit up when he saw her, and he rose from the step to give her a big hug.
"A rose for me?" she asked him teasingly, "Do i get to see it, or is it going to be hidden behind my back forever?"
He released her from the hug, a smile tugging at teh corner of his eyes as he feigned a sorrowful expression. He looked down at the rose, then up at her again. "You know," he said, giving the rose a dissatisfied look, "This rose looked so pretty in the store. But now, standing here next to you, I don't know, it just doesn't seem quite as nice."
She smiled and blushed at the compliment. "Give me that" she asked, smiling at him as she laughed. "It's a lovely rose, made even more so because its from you."
Grasping its stem lightly between her fingertips, she took the offered rose and and inhaled its beautiful scent. "Thank you," she said, smiling. "I always love getting a rose from a prince."
"My pleasure, he replied, kneeling down to the grass. He took her fingers in his hands, looked up at her eyes and smiled at the woman he felt he was blessed to know. "But I am not a prince, you know," he reminded her, "but rather a humble tradesman blessed enough to stumble upon such a beauty foolish enough to accept him."
She laughed, then touched the red bud of the rose to first one shoulder, then the other. "Then rise, my now prince, by my own hand you have risen through the ranks." She curtsied to him as an equal, then offered her arm to his, "Shall we go inside?"