Rise
of the fallen.
Valeria clapped her hands together at Decimius' idea. "That is perfect! You should do that, but you should write it alone, of course. Nothing speaks more powerful in a love letter when it comes from the owner's own heart..." She had a wide smile on her face and placed a hand on his arm. "How are you going to deliver it when you're done? Are you going to give it to her yourself or be sneaky about it? You have to make sure it gets to her and that she gets it before..." Her face fell into a bit of a glower. "... Marcus gets to her. You don't want him toying with her heart. I'm afraid she can be a bit naive when it comes to boys..." She let out a sigh as she shook her head and got up.
"I must be going anyhow. It's getting late," she smiled at him, "I wish you luck on your endeavors." She then left him, heading back home.
"I must be going anyhow. It's getting late," she smiled at him, "I wish you luck on your endeavors." She then left him, heading back home.