““See what I mean? I think it’s a generational thing.” She turned to him, and a faint smile played at the corners of her mouth. “My mother’s parents were in love. They met at a concert. My grandfather saw my grandmother across the sea of people and bam—love at first sight. He bought a rose from a vendor, walked right up to her, and asked her out. From that day forward, he brought her a rose every””
