A Gentle Heart: A Sweet Valentine's Day Romance

"Jeeves, huh?" He tried to pet the cat too but when it slunk away from him, Alex realized he had a rival for Tyffanie's affection. "He looks awfully solid for a street cat."

"I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one who feeds him." 

The cat meowed loudly, as though he objected to them talking about him as if he weren't there.

"Oh, I think he's hungry," Tyffanie said. "I've got some food upstairs for him. Would you mind just waiting a minute while I grab it?"

So she wasn't going to ask him up? A wave of disappointment hit Alex, followed by frustration. He wanted to be alone with Tyffanie, not stand here and babysit some dopey cat. Come on, guy, think of something!" Those stairs are awfully dark. You should let me go with you—"

"Oh, it's fine, don't worry. I'll be right back." She pushed open the door and disappeared inside.

Alex scowled at the cat, and he could have sworn the silly animal smirked back.