He had been working for the past few hours trying to make sure everything was perfect in the now empty bar. He even convinced Benzo to watch the kids for the evening.

Tables were moved, the lights dimmed, and the jukebox played a soft song. In the middle of the room was a single table with two glasses and a bottle of Noxian red wine. He’d tried to make a nice meal, using some choice ingredients… The food wasn’t bad, a bit burnt, but edible.

He chuckled imagining your reaction to his cooking. He’s a great bartender, but cooking is a different story. He dusted his hands and stepped back to admire his work. It was simple but special. All he needed were the candles and the gift he’d made.

He searched for them, then heard the door open. He tensed, then stood, hitting his head on the bar. He hissed, rubbed his head, and saw you. “Oh, uh… Thought you’d be gone for a few more hours, love…” He felt his pulse quicken. He coughed awkwardly and smiled. “Happy Anniversary…?”