Love In February - Week 2: Love In, #2

Love in February

Week Two

Savina Joyce

To anyone looking for another reason to believe

We’re most alive when we’re in love.

John Updike

Contents

Introduction

February Eighth

February Ninth

February Tenth

February Eleventh

February Twelfth

February Thirteenth

February Fourteenth

From the Author

Also by Savina Joyce

Introduction

Welcome to my love experiment. Last year, I decided to challenge myself to write a short story every day. National Novel Writing Month in November pushed me to go even further. I wasn’t sure what to do with them. Then it hit me. Falling in love every day. That’s the dream, isn’t it?

I couldn’t very well make the same couple fall in love every day. What I could do is have a new couple every day and see where it goes. Some of these stories are meet cutes. Some are love stories already in progress. I hope you have as much fun reading them as I did writing them.

Enjoy,

SJ

February Eighth

Danielle & Alexander

Danielle stood at the welcome desk in her tattoo parlor in shock. It was a slow day, so she had sent everyone else home. Now she was convinced that was a good idea because not two minutes ago the crown prince of Linvale strolled in. Naturally, he had security with him. But his visit was completely unexpected. Once his guards went through and did a check of the tattoo parlor, without asking Danielle, they gave him the nod to speak to her. Danielle wasn’t sure what to do. Should she curtsy?

Hello your Royal Highness, she said, trying not to stutter.

Hello Miss–?

Danielle. Danielle Peters.

What a lovely name. I see you already know who I am. I apologize for coming unannounced, but I suddenly had the urge to get a tattoo. I’m sure that type of thing happens here quite often, the Prince said with a warm smile.

It does, but not on this level,

The Prince laughed. I’m sure it’s not every day that a royal steps into your establishment.

This is a first.

Depending on how this goes, it might not be the last.

Danielle squared her shoulders. She was a professional. She’d been doing tattoos for years. She couldn’t afford to lose her head over one fancy man. Plus, this could be great for business. If people knew she tatted the prince, she would have no problem getting business. She would never have to worry about having a slow day again.

So what can I do for you today, your highness?

Please, call me Alexander.

Sure. Sorry about that, you must get that a lot.

Only every day of my life.

Now it was Danielle’s turn to laugh. That does make sense. I understand why you wouldn’t want to hear it for me. What can I do for you today, Alexander?

"Well, I’d like a tattoo, but not necessarily today. I want something custom. What I understand from my research is that