I Love You- Valentines Special

Hello again. It's me! This is a note saying that every time I make an Erik Sim, the game crashes, so each time he looks different, you know why.

I leaned back to check what I looked like in my dress. Erik had called a little while ago and told me we were going on a Valentines Date and to dress classy.

Who dresses classy nowadays anyway. Other than Phantom of The Opera fanatics like myself who own a multitude of ball-gowns. (Don't ask) I didn't know where we were going anyway, for all I knew, we could be going to a 5 star restaurant (unlikely) figure skating at the ice rink (hopefully not) or attending a formal ball (I wish) so I had no idea if my classy dress would be classy enough!

Luckily I had my trusty girls, Della And Nessa (as she prefers to be known) helping me.
Della- You look so pretty Mummy. I don't know why you're worrying. 
Vanessa- Well I think it's all awfully romantic. 
They were twirling round and sighing dreamily, like my date was the best thing to ever happen to them.

There was a knock at the door, the babysitter had arrived. I felt like I floated downstairs to see her, and tell her all the basic stuff.
Skye-My number is on the fridge in case of a minor emergency, and you know how to call 123 and get the police department and fire service. If anyone gets hungry there's food in the cupboards, and Apple won't sleep until you read her her book. There's some on the shelves near her crib. You'll know it. Everyone else needs to be in bed by 9:00 at the latest, and please don't blow anything up. 
Babysitter- o.O 

I heard the car from the porch, and rushed over to meet Erik. There he was, getting out of the car. I smiled at the sight of him.
Erik- Hello Angel. 
Skye- Hello Maestro. 
He proffered his arm and I looped it through mine, as we walked to the car.
Skye- Erik, where are we going?
He didn't say anything. Just flashed an enchanting smile.

We got out of the car a few miles away, at a small cafe with only one table. It seemed to be for us. We sat down and were served a delicious meal.

Then we moved away from the restaurant, and sat looking at the stars, nestled in each-other's arms.

Erik jumped and turned to ask me something.
Erik- Would you like to dance?
Skye- I-I'm not sure, there's no music and it's been a while since I last did classical...
Erik- We don't need music. 
So I took his hand, and we danced.

By now of course it was almost midnight, and I was well overdue a return home, so we hopped in the car with that being our intention, but we may have gotten a bit distracted....

Okay. A lot distracted.

Okay, we didn't make it home that night after our wild night (and morning) of passion.

Okay. We didn't make it to the car.