Author's note: Just a syrupy, short freewrite. Had to get the cutesy bug out of my system somehow!

“Predictable isn't always bad, you know,” she said with a smile, having just accused him of being that most dreadful of words. “Sometimes it's reassuring, knowing what you're going to do.”

“Right, and you like knowing exactly how I'll react to a given situation,” he said sardonically. “It's not an insult at all, rather a compliment; I enjoy the awareness that stems from it.” Said in a flawless imitation of her—well, he always was good at that.

“Exactly,” she responded, ignoring, or rather choosing to ignore the veiled sarcasm that the imitation invites. “I like knowing what you're going to do; I feel safer.”

“I feel obligated to do something completely out of character now, you realise,” he retorted. “Go jump off a bridge or something, just to shock you.”

“You could buy me flowers,” she offered. “That would be something quite out of the ordinary.”

“Touche,” he admitted, laughing to hide his stung pride. He pulled on his coat.

“You aren't really, are you?” she asked, sounding amused. “If you are, I want to come with you.”

“I am,” he said evenly. “And I intended on bringing you with me. I knew you'd want to come. You're so predictable, after all.”

She smiled. “Am I, then?”

“Yes,” he said, nodding for emphasis. “Quite.”

“Should I be offended?” she pondered.

“Come now,” he offered. “Predictable isn't always bad, you know.”

A laugh. “Touche, love.”

“See? I knew you would say that.” Said with a smile, now; he's moved from slightly hurt to amused within the space of just a few minutes.

She pulled on her coat, and returned the smile. “And I knew you would claim to have known what I was going to say—oh, that was a mouthful.”

“It was. Let's go.” He walked to the apartment door, fiddled with the lock, and finally held it open for her.

“I love you,” she said as she passed through the open door.

“I love you too,” came his reply.

Together, they traipsed down the stairs and out into the January night, in search of an open florist.