HAZEL
Asher hugs me a moment more before he puts me down. I’m still reeling from the unexpectedness of his hug and have to grip his arms to steady myself.
Perhaps it’s because I’m still reeling, that is why I as, “Whose flowers are those?”
I had spotted a bouquet of red roses lying prettily in the passenger seat. Surely they can’t be for me. It’s not like we’re a real couple. But who else would he want to buy flowers for?
A friend? Elara?
Or maybe he’s visiting his parents’ gravesite.
“Oh. You saw that.” He grins sheepishly. “Darn freckles. I was planning to ask you to close your eyes first, before presenting it to you. You know, as a surprise.”
“Wait, they are for me?” I scoff. “You actually bought me flowers?”
“Of course. Who else would I have bought it for?” He gives me a funny
