Vases of red roses covered nearly every surface in their room. Her favorite perfume was wrapped with pale pink paper and decorated with a superfluous red and white bow. Candles were set up around the bed. He'd replaced the usual cotton sheets with dark red silk ones. He'd changed from his usual jeans and t-shirt into slacks and a button down.

Now, he waited.

Rogue flew into the room three hours later, hair flying wild, paper fluttering in her hand. She didn't notice anything as she waved the paper in his face, hissing angrily, "I got a fucking parking ticket."