K.C hadn’t talked to Clare in a couple of weeks since they last hungout. Quite honestly, he was worried about her. He texted her and arranged to pick her up. Everything was going great in their relationship, or at least in his mind. K.C grabbed his moms keys and headed out the door. K.C wanted to do something special and ut another good impression on Clare. He drove and after making a couple stops, arrived at her house. K.C rang the doorbell and patiently waited for her with one of his hands behind his back and roses in them.