Chocolate Regrets [wtw flash fic contest draft 1]

You used to wonder how she could ever be satisfied with you. Terms of endearment and roses only go so far; you've slashed your paycheck to shower her in gifts. You have nothing to offer, nothing.

    You'd take her out to ice cream; you'd casually profess your love. She'd kiss you on the cheek and say she felt the same, but you noticed how her eyes wandered and her hands strayed to smooth her hair whenever anyone passed.

    Still, a cup of ice cream looks so lonely without two spoons. You sigh and hope he knows she prefers chocolate.