The door of our bedroom creaked open, letting the night light escape out into the darkness of the hallway. He walked in rather slowly despite how small our bedroom is and sat at the edge of his side of the bed. Which in itself was a peculiar behaviour coming from him.
So I feigned ignorance and immersed myself deep in thoughts.
"What do you think of the date Twelve Twelfth?" He asked out of the blue.
It was quite random that I could not get what point he was trying to make.
"It's nice, I guess. Why?" I answered. Curiosity made my body turn to face him entirely.
"Do you… like the date?" The mattress shifted slightly under his moving weight when his eyes averted my gaze.
"It's alright." I shrugged and repeated, "Why?"
"What do you think if we have our wedding on that date…? Would you want to?" The orange hue lighting that touched his face made the bedroom scene more romantic than needed to.
