Four times would be the charm. I know it's typically the third time for most, but for me it's the fourth. Four is my favourite number. It's the only number from one to nine that requires two strokes to write it down. I know some may argue that you(more) can just make four by drawing up in a straight line, then diagonally left and downwards, then across to the right and thus you will have completed the number in one stroke. I believe that's cheating. The two stroke four follows these rules:
Stroke 1 - diagonally left and downwards then across to the right.
Stroke 2 - straight down through the across, giving a wee bit of space between the top of the downwards stroke and the top of stroke 1 (see above)
That is my four. That is my two stroke four. Four is special. Like a four leaf clover.
Four. The only number that has the same number of letters as its actual value.
If I were a number, I would want to be 4.
Antonio asked him out four times before he finally said yes. Lovino wasn’t exactly sure what made the difference, maybe just the fact that it hadn’t been as showy. There hadn’t been roses shoved in his face or songs sung to an open window late at night or any(more) of that other overly romantic bullshit.
No, it was different that afternoon. They’d been stretched out on the couch, some old movie playing in the background as Antonio lazily rested his head on Lovino’s shoulder. Brown hair tickled at his nose as the older man shifted, voice so quiet that Lovino almost didn’t hear.
“I wish we could go out to dinner like the couple in this movie, Lovi…”
“So take me,” he’d replied, almost as softly. It had been too sincere to say no, it wasn’t some show the Spaniard had been trying to put on, some lame attempt at being romantic.
Of course Antonio had gone and ruined it by jumping up like an excited puppy, smile bigger than Lovino ever thought it could get. “Really? You’ll finally let me take you out?”
“Dammit- Not if you’re gonna act like that all night.”
But the smile never left Antonio’s face, even as he leant forward to steal a kiss. Lovino had wanted to yell that kissing was supposed to come /after/ dinner, but the man was a lot better at physical affection than his penchant for cheesy romance let on. (less)