“They beat Saint Valentine to death with clubs,” Lex remarks when he notices the pink envelope on his chair.

No one else would start a love story this way, except for you...and Lex.

::chuckles::

It's not a love story ::stomps foot:: It's um, okay, maybe, but I like the intro. It seems very fitting. I admit it, my cynicism is all over this, but, hey, at least Lex got the guy in the end. *g*