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walking with him out of his office. As she left, she told herself that he really did care about her and that he was going to marry her because he wanted to spend his whole life with her, and that was the most important thing. Everything else was just paperwork. They wouldn't get divorced, so it wouldn't matter if there was a document or not.

Chapter Three
     
    Brittany was sitting on her sofa with a book one afternoon when her doorbell rang. She was surprised to hear it, as she wasn't expecting anyone. She was even more surprised when she answered the door and found a stocky, decent looking man standing there with a smile on his face and a bouquet of red roses from the grocery store down the street.
    He had very short black hair and dark skin like hers; his full lips were curled up in a smile.
     
    "Hey baby, I bet you're surprised to see me,” he said, looking at her through his thick eyelashes.
     
    She stared at him. "I think you could say that, yeah," she told him, shaking her head slightly and stepping back to let him into her home. "What are you doing here, Darren?"
     
    He went to her and hugged her, but she turned her head away when he tried to kiss her cheek.
     
    "I was in the neighborhood and I thought you might like some flowers. These are pretty. I know you like roses."
     
    She sighed and put her hands on her hips looking at him with a cocked eyebrow.
     
    "No, Darren, I mean... what are you doing coming to my home? We broke up. We haven't seen each other. What are you doing here?" She looked at him seriously.
     
    He shrugged. "I just... heard that things were changing a little bit over here and I wanted to come talk to you, that's all,”  he said, taking her hand in his and looking at the diamond ring on her finger.
     
    "So who did you meet? I mean... this can't be real. We just broke up like three months ago. How could you be engaged to some other man so fast?" He frowned at the rock on her hand.
     
    Brittany pulled her hand from his and took the flowers from him, walking into the kitchen with them to put them into some water. He followed her in and pushed his hands down in his pockets.
     
    "Who told you things were changing over here for me?" she asked him without looking at him.
     
    "Oh, I heard it around." He shrugged.
     
    She looked over her shoulder at him and narrowed her eyes.
     
    "I might have seen Lena in the store and she and I talked a little bit and caught up."
     
    Brittany rolled her eyes and sighed. "So you talked to Lena and decided to come by and see me?"
     
    He smiled at her. "Well, I thought I would come talk to you because I was worried about you. She said she thinks you and him are moving too fast. I think you must be moving pretty fast too... I mean, we just broke up a few months ago and now you're already engaged? You fell in love that fast with some guy you barely knew and you're ready to commit yourself to him for the rest of your life?"
     
    She turned and looked at him, holding the vase full of roses as she spoke.
     
    "Yes, I am. I know it's fast, but when the love is true and real, and you know it's right, then it's not a big deal to make that kind of significant commitment."
     
    As soon as she said it and saw the look on his face, she regretted saying it the way that she had. He grew sad and his brow furrowed.
     
    "We had some good love. I didn't really realize it until it was too late, but we did, and I'd give just about anything to have it back." He looked into her warm brown eyes and reached for her hand.
     
    She let him take it, but she kept some space between them.
     
    "Oh, Darren. It is too late for us. We tried but we just weren't right for each other. You can't think about us like that with regret." She looked at him sympathetically.
     
    He shook his head. "But I do think about us; I think about what we had and how good it was, and I think about how bad I screwed up and how I lost the best thing that ever happened to me. I think about all the what