For so long, he’d watched his brother go out with Jewl. He’d always been a little jealous, but he channeled it into planning the best date ever now. Zes had taken notes from movies and his brother’s successes and blunders. Granted, Jewl wasn’t into a lot of romantic things, which was good because Anj was the farthest thing from a sap. However, Zes had noticed when she lit up from small gestures. After many observations, he’d concluded that quiet dinners were better than fancy ones; a fun, simple, and intimate activity was better than something showy; and smaller, heartfelt gifts were better than shiny balloons and hundreds of roses. He was going to make dinner himself and then take Cheyenne to the gazebo where he’d first asked her out. Cheyenne would like that. Zes worked on the final touches of a blue rose he’d made for her out of glass. One of his favorite hobbies was making glass sculptures with his magic. Her favorite color was blue, and she said she didn’t have a favorite flower, but roses were supposed to be the most romantic.
